28 Sep 2017
But, now you’re back, things are a little different. Here’s how you know you’re not a fresher anymore…
You can swerve the Battle Re-enactment Society and avoid the Bowling Club after ignoring their emails for the last year. You know exactly where the pizza is and when it arrives, and which stalls have free food so you can avoid coming home with a bag full of keyrings and pens you’ll forget about until February.
After a year of training you’re now an expert and know which bars have the best deals while also avoiding the clubs that are rammed full of confused, drunk freshers in matching t-shirts fighting over inflatables.
Remember your first year when you read a book every now and again, sometimes made it to your 9am lecture and only went to the library to use the loo?
At most universities, second year is when your grades starting counting towards your overall degree so you might have to actually put some work in! Make sure you’ve got all your books, check your lecture timetable and get used to your early-morning alarm!
First year can be pretty scary when you don’t know anyone. Do you ask that guy in your study group to the gig you want to go to? Do you hang out with your flatmate even though you have nothing in common? By the time second year rolls around you’ve got your #squadgoals and you don’t have to worry about whether to ask that girl you met in the toilets if she wants to come out for your birthday.
Why deal with sticky floors and bar queues when you can stay in, choose your own music and only have to travel up the stairs to your own bed?
After that disaster you had trying to make scrambled eggs and that time you cremated the pizza (and the plastic chopping board), you’re actually nostalgic for the mass catering in the halls!
How old are they, 12? You were never that green!
A night in watching Bake Off is actually a pretty exciting event when you’ve not had live TV for a year.
No more living with the guy who never came out of his room or the girl who always left passive aggressive notes and stole your cheese (we know it was you, Susan!) Now you can come home every day to people you actually like!
Urgh, putting on shoes is so annoying!
Or at least, you’ve become well acquainted with putting on a third jumper and a fifth pair of socks when it starts getting chilly.