God, it's good to be back in uni. This time around I had a goodie bag waiting for me in my amazing lakeside room!

I am currently waiting at Sofia airport for my flight to Birmingham to depart for the very last time. The years I have spent at Aston now seem to have gone by as fleeting as a roller coaster ride. A ride that has changed my life completely. For everyone who has (or even the people who haven't) missed the first three or so years of this blog, this post is all you need to know.

THE COUNTDOWN TO YEAR 4

5. 27 Sep 2002

I was a scared little (or not so little) boy sitting in the back of the class in Sofia's oldest English High School. I was utterly confused by the crazy red haired teacher shouting at me from the other end of the classroom for not knowing how to spell "city". The whole concept of the English language, culture and country was something so foreign and eerie that I could not get my head around it. Still, I had to write "city" 50 times as a punishment for my mistake (this word will be stuck to my head for eternity).

4. 27 Sep 2006

I had spent the Summer trying to make my mind up as to where I want to go to uni. Finally, in September it was clear that I will be going abroad. I spent the 27th trying to find the red haired screaming teacher (from above) and see if she would tutor me. (writing and deleting the rest of this paragraph after deciding it is to over-dramatic)

3. 27 Sep 2007

I was sitting in my Dalton Tower room, putting the last of my stuff in place. I was having the best time of my life. I had arrived in Aston, had met the most amazing people and had discovered what it is to party in the UK.

2. 27 Sep 2008

I was walking towards the Aston Students Guild, and although it was almost midnight I knew the night was still young. I had no idea I would meet life-changing people and spend the rest of Fresher's week running to the Aston campus after work.

1. 27 Sep 2009

Waking up at my usual 7 o'clock I was getting ready to run to the Swindon Flemming Way bus stop. I would have a short gym sesh before going to work. This placement year routine had become second nature to me. I felt like I had lived in Swindon and worked for Intel forever. Had I known I would be crying like a little b**** after leaving.

So, there you go people, I am now a 21-year-old, final year student on his way to return to uni. This year is bound to be the pinnacle of my life-experience so far (or at least I hope so).