With the end of this academic year comes the end of the galablog, thus, I believe it is time to look back on some of the uni experiences I have shared through this blog's existence and reminisce. Starting this thread is my very first post: ""
The first thing I want to share with you is my journey to the UK.Anyone who has ever traveled on their own would probably relate to this story. For those who have not, it is most important that you avoid my mistakes!
It all started at the airport. It was 5 in the morning and I had just said Goodbye to my parents. I was sitting with my friends waiting for the 'all passengers for London, ...' call. What would a normal person do, hug (?), kiss (?), shed a tear (?)... ME, I was crying my eyes out and looking at it now, it must have been amazingly entertaining for the surrounding population. This continued at the security check, and the passport check, and the boarding, and, as you already expect, on the plane. People must have thought I had just been diagnosed as terminally ill and would be dying in a week.
It all started at the airport. It was 5 in the morning and I had just said Goodbye to my parents. I was sitting with my friends waiting for the 'all passengers for London, ...' call. What would a normal person do, hug (?), kiss (?), shed a tear (?)... ME, I was crying my eyes out and looking at it now, it must have been amazingly entertaining for the surrounding population. This continued at the security check, and the passport check, and the boarding, and, as you already expect, on the plane. People must have thought I had just been diagnosed as terminally ill and would be dying in a week.
Of course, at one point I decided it is time for me to just deal with it, pull myself together and calm down. ...and that is when London came. The huge wave of wondering population hit me like a metal bat. Of course, I managed to get lost, first, in Gatwick Airport, then, on my way to the train and, finally, in the massive Victoria Station. So, after getting ripped off (I bought a £70 open, first class ticket - by accident of course) I was sitting on my little round table in my comfortable first class seat, enjoying the free treats I was offered (in moderation, of course).
By the time I reached Birmingham, through discovering free first class coffee, I was (hyper but) tip-top and ready to finally step on the Aston campus. And here is TIP No 1 For future students: When you go out of New Street Train Station and ask a policewoman where Aston University is and she says 'I have never heard of it', do not panic, it is does exist. After I got ripped off by a very rude taxi driver I had almost reached my final destination - 'Dalton Tower' Well, kind of, there was onlly an 'ALTON' Tower at the time (with the letter 'D' is missing from the sign).
'The Bee Hive' as I shall now call it to me looked like a small utopia of unending activities. People going on and off the lifts, in and out of rooms, introductions, chit-chat, key collection and of course plenty of luggage. I was walking through the corridors slowly in a perplexed and childlike manner (probably pissing everyone else off, who actually knew what they were doing). In the end of the aforementioned corridor I found the key-collection point. Everything else happened in a split of a second, I got my key, had a fast chat about London with the staff, got into the lift, and before you know it met my flatmates. But more on them later, because what was about to happen is the most beloved moment of university for all students - Fresher's Week!
By the time I reached Birmingham, through discovering free first class coffee, I was (hyper but) tip-top and ready to finally step on the Aston campus. And here is TIP No 1 For future students: When you go out of New Street Train Station and ask a policewoman where Aston University is and she says 'I have never heard of it', do not panic, it is does exist. After I got ripped off by a very rude taxi driver I had almost reached my final destination - 'Dalton Tower' Well, kind of, there was onlly an 'ALTON' Tower at the time (with the letter 'D' is missing from the sign).
'The Bee Hive' as I shall now call it to me looked like a small utopia of unending activities. People going on and off the lifts, in and out of rooms, introductions, chit-chat, key collection and of course plenty of luggage. I was walking through the corridors slowly in a perplexed and childlike manner (probably pissing everyone else off, who actually knew what they were doing). In the end of the aforementioned corridor I found the key-collection point. Everything else happened in a split of a second, I got my key, had a fast chat about London with the staff, got into the lift, and before you know it met my flatmates. But more on them later, because what was about to happen is the most beloved moment of university for all students - Fresher's Week!
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