The Up's and Down's of Uni Life.

So, I've been in Uni now for.....ok hang on I need to go count on my calender app. Dont move!..... 10 WEEKS! It honestly only feels like last week I was packing up my life and trundling along to Cardiff! Over the past 10 weeks, I've come across many good and not necessarily bad, but not so good things about University. (total contradiction there, but go with it)

the good things:

Uni typically brings about a new chapter of life. Although I loved living at home and going to school  and all of that, towards the end of year 13 I kind of started to feel bored with life. That sounds a bit harsh and crappy for me to say, but I just felt ready for something new! I guessed they timed going to Uni perfectly for me. having the chance to get out there and live on my own, with no one to depend on seemed exciting, and it most definitely is. Change is good.
Its odd not having my parents here 24/7 telling me what to do and when to do it. It feels good to have the freedom to say 'you know what? maybe I'll do that later' or 'hmmm tonight I'm going to have chicken for tea' Yes I'm well aware that that sounds silly, but its nice to be in control totally!
Also, living in Student accommodation is such a blast! due to the fact that everyone is around about the same ages, there's always someone about to talk to or have fun with. its just like being on one big holiday and living in a hotel almost.
another big plus side to University is the chance to make new friends. The most obvious being your new flatmates or coursemates! As a flat you sort of become a little family (I know, I need some burger with my cheese!) and like my flat has done, Adopt a few people along the way. Its so easy to get along with everyone here, there's no pathetic bitchyness about, everyone just gets on with it. Which having been friends with my previous group, you'd understand my appreciation for this greatly. Of course. I've not got round to the best part. Living where I live, your literally 15 minutes walk from a club. Which we all put to great use I can tell you now! We had more of a Freshers month rather than week and had the time of our lives. All in all the majority of the time, living here is great.

The Bad Things:
Living in halls can be a bit of a nightmare if like me, you are a light sleeper. I cant blame people for wanting to have fun, I mean it is Uni as everyone says, But sleep is a human necessity without which I turn into the Grinch. and that my friend is not pretty. I get woken most nights by shouting or laughing, and end up lying in bed for hours listening to peoples conversations  So I recommend if you are going to uni, don't forget ear plugs!
Of course the expected pang of homesickness comes about every so often. There are just some moments when you think to yourself 'you know what I just want to be home right now' especially if your feeling ill! we all need our parents sometimes or miss our siblings no matter how much we wouldn't like to admit to it.
cleanliness. this is my biggest pain in the bottom. I didn't ever realize how much I would care about how clean the place is before I came to uni. Living with 3 boys is not the easiest of things. No matter how much you clean, you can pretty much guarantee that within two hours (or a flat party  it will be a mess.


But hey, lets face it, all of the good things definitely outweigh the bad, and I'm having a spiffing time! As much as whine and moan, its one of the best decisions I've ever made :)

The Wonders Of University.

PANIC OVER!....I doubt anyone's been panicking, or even remotely bothered that I haven't posted in months, but hey, I'm back! 

So the reason I haven't posted in so long....well. to be honest I don't really have a reason! Life has just been a little manic! I'll try and update you with what's happened! (for some reason I always find myself writing these late at night, so excuse any errors!)

Since the last post, I enjoyed a loooong summer, that I felt was slowly building up to one day. The 18th of August. Results Day. I know its cliché, but I can honestly say, I have never been so nervous. those 3 little letters on that one A4 piece of paper could potentially change my life oh so drastically. it was a BIG deal. So, off we all trudged back to school to find out how well (hopefully) we did. Once I got my envelope I kind of had a bit of a moment and didn't open it. instead I found myself watching as my best friend opened her own envelope and squealed with joy as she found out her results. She'd done it! I cant really say what made me wait, but after being prompted by the head of sixth form, I did the deed, and opened it. Annnnnd saw those little letters. and stared. and slowly it sunk in. I got into University!  

Well after that summer just flew by, with preparations for uni, slowly and steadily a pile appeared in my room of all the things I would soon be packing up, along with the rest of my room in order to move out. I definitely felt ready to move on from school, but moving from home was a completely different matter. Leaving my parents, who were always there to rely on? sheeeeesh. scary stuff. For some reason, I seemed to be one of the last of my friends to leave for uni, so watching them go one by one was an odd feeling. I didn't really feel like it was going to be my turn next! 

 

Amazingly I'm sat here now, in my uni room. Having been here for 10 or so weeks, I feel settled and happy. I cant really say its what I expected because to be fair, I don't think anyone knows what to expect entirely. My flat mates are brilliant, I think I'm doing pretty well on the cooking front (no food poisoning as of yet!) and cleaning is surprisingly soothing!

I handed in my first assignment a few days ago which felt good, although, me being the worrier that I am, feel like I've done it all wrong! 

That was a rather condensed summary of what's happened in the last three months, but it gives you an idea of how much life has changed! it wasn't until my lecturer questioned us on having a Blog recently and said that it would be a good idea (I was too shy to actually tell him I had one) to start writing one. 

so here I am, back and writing, hopefully more often! I never know how to end these things! I feel like I should be hugging you all and thanking you for actually reading! *cyberhug

Croesyceiliog Leavers Ball...What I Wore.

Hello! just a little tangent, I didn't make this blog to write a new post every day, I made it just to write when I felt like. So if your thinking ive gone a bit MIA, its just that I didn't want to force myself to write something that would be a bit poopy!

so yes, back to what this post is all about. As you may have read in previous posts, I have just left 6th form, and as a tradition, much like many schools we had a leavers ball. I got into the habit of calling it a prom, but after attending, I know why they didn't call it a prom. It was much more sophisticated, and less showy, no big poofy dresses etc.

I bought my dress waaaaaaaaaaaay before the ball, amazingly, a bit of a bargain buy  from Tkmaxx. I loved the colour and fit, but the style was not the best for me, so I asked my wonderful Nan to make a few alterations to make it look nicer. The dress was a very good make, so I was a bit chuffed to find something so nice in Tkmaxx, and it was also on sale, even better! I knew the type of look I wanted to go for, for a long time before the ball (one shoulder, flowery etc) but this dress didn't have flowers along the strap, which is what I wanted. sooooo I  added hair flowers along the strap purchased in Sainsbury's of all places,that were a lighter colour than the dress to make them stand out. Nanny Jenny spent a long time sewing on little beads to give the flower petals a little sprinkle of sparkles. I recycled my Prom shoes, as when I wore them no one saw them, and I thought I may as well use them again!



All in all I can say is that this Ball was a LOT less expensive than my Prom, simply because I was a bit more aware of ways I could recycle and change things to look how I wanted them too.
 (I did have my hair done by my hairdresser simply because I cannot do anything pretty myself!)

A Very Eye Opening Birthday Party.

Hola!
so a few weeks back, one of my closest friends turned 18! yay!

and me and three other chums, along with the birthday girl attended what can only be described as a very childish birthday party. This was definitely not a bad thing, as it made me feel like a little girl again (i dont know about the others but i think they would agree) which, at the age we are all at now, is something were moving away from quicker and quicker, however much we want to stay 'children'
soon enough we will all be off to University or wherever life takes us as we have all left school, and this scares me. So, as you can imagine, we all jumped at the chance to act like 5 years olds and have a jolly good time.

Rhiannon, Me. Maria, and Jessie

Pizza Hut is thee place to be, for a childish party, so, in high spirits, we all piled into one of the cool round booths, decorated with the obligatory balloons, banners, little 18 confetti's and to our amusement, BUBBLES. Now. if you know me, you will know that bubbles excite me. A lot. I just love them, there so pretty! we also each got a little bracelet, with cute little charms on (I believe these are for children, but hey, they still fit us!) we ordered the yummiest pizzas, and got down to business. the colouring booklet. oh yes. clearly the waiter realized our child needs, and arrived carrying tubs of crayons and colouring booklets, which we thoroughly enjoyed!
After demolishing our pizza, the childishness got even more intense, as the waiters brought out a big birthday cake, with sparklers and whatnot, much to the birthday girl's embarrassment. we then dug in to ice cream and sweets until we could not eat one more bite.

BIRTHDAY CAKE!

now here's where this party got very eye opening. After leaving the best birthday party (and a lot of mess for the staff hehe) we hoped into cars and took the birthday girl for her first drink. I guess it was just odd, going from blowing bubbles and colouring in, to sitting, behaving ourselves in a bar, acting like proper adults. It pretty much went from one extreme to the other, and felt very symbolic of what we are experiencing at the moment.

EXAMINATIONS.

*SIGH!* recently, I've been sitting my A Level exams. Now a lot of people think pfffft you have 3 exams, I have 11 GCSE's. Righty ho, but people don't take into consideration how hard they actually are!
I really really don't agree with exams at all. To me, they just pile unnecessary pressure onto teenagers, who, lets face it, aren't always in the brightest of moods anyway. I feel I always under perform due to panic and worry, which makes me worry even more because I don't know if I got the grades I needed. Its a very stressful time.
Some people also find it easier when their exams are further apart, where as it makes the whole experience worst to me, because of the wait. Once I'm actually sat in the hall writing my answers I'm fine, its the build up of anxiety and panic that I really really hate. I'd rather just get them over and done with in a short period of time, rather that have as much as a week between them.
Yet another thing I dislike is the time limit. how, HOW am I supposed to plan and write three good quality essays in two and a half hours. HOW! this just seems impossible to me. It would take me a good 4354654332 hours to do that at home under no pressure and time limit. It's ridiculous!

yellow sticky notes will be the death
of me!

I have resorted to writing lines.
how year 7 esque.

Revision. Revision revision revision. How you labour me. can I just point out, that what....7 years of Exams, I am STILL yet to find my 'Revision technique' you know, that mysterious thing teacher ramble on about and assume that you've 'found'. Errrrrrrrm are you sure that exists? really? because I have tried EVERYTHING. Trust me. And the information still doesn't stick in my head. At all. I'm due to sit my last and final (thank god) Exam in my comp/sixth form. EVER. I have literally spent the day learning and learning and learning and learning and learning. And I cannot remember one little thing. 

so basically....Whoever thought 'HEY lets put every student in the most uncomfortable situation, stretch it out for weeks and then make them cram everything into the space of two hours! that will be so much fun! :)'.....well lets just say I DISLIKE THEM.

Happy Birthday Blog, and Welcome Me!

Hello!

so, I guess I should say 'Happy Birthday' to my Blog, as this is my first ever post! I've been a die hard reader of a few.....ok A LOT of blogs over the past year or so, but for some reason never thought to myself 'Hey! Prehaps I should give this blogging malarky a go!'. that was up until recently, where I got a sudden surge of inspiration to write. I don't know what brought it on, I think prehaps its because my life has become so eventful recently, who knows! but I thought, what better than to make myself a little blog, even if I never get a single follower or reader(i'll just pretend your there), its a place for me to write what I like when I feel like it and sort of vent everything that's going on inside my little head.

I probably should tell you a little bit about myself (if anyone is reading this that is, and if YOU'RE reading this....HELLO! and thanks! don't give up yet, I'm sure I'll write something worth while down there!) My name is Sophie as you've probably read up the top somewhere. I'm 18 years of age, of which I DO NOT feel. in the slightest. Yep. if there was an award for the biggest goofball I would win it, naturally. I'm currently in Sixth form, although I wont be able to say that for long, as my last EVER exam is two days away. and I shall never have to return to that place again thank lordy *sniff sniff!* after this, I would rather like it if I got into University and became an even bigger swot. yay! I don't think its the greatest  idea to tell you all precisely where I reside, but I will tell you I'm from South Wales, Britain. 

I'm not too sure what i'm supposed to be saying next... I've had a bit of a mind blank (don't you hate it when that happens!) although it is 11 o'clock at night, so I shall forgive myself! yes, you read correctly! its 11PM. The reason I'm writing this late is because it has taken me bloody hours to figure out how to even make a blog, let alone what I'm going to write about for my début post! so it is turning into a bit of a fail, with me woffling on about nothing. I do have lots of worth while posts planned all stored in a little draw in that brain of mine, and I hope to get cracking soon. Once my last A level exam (kfjdgdfpih) is over on Wednesday, I will have a rather long summer stretched out ahead of me with PLENTY of exciting stuffness going on! I'm  sure I will have time to write about it. There is no real 'Theme' to this blog. Its basic going to consist of what's on my mind or going on in my life at the time. I'm sorry if you find that sort of thing boring, and feel very free to leave and never come back. GET OUT WHILST YOU CAN! heh. 

I better go and attempt to visit the land of nod now, or I will be a grump in le morn. 

 

thanks for reading! x