Good morning blog readers! It recently came to my attention just how much my life has changed since I went to University. Whether it's the place, the people or the course, things are very different.
When I was studying for my A levels, I'd wake up at 7.30, choke down my elixir of life - usually coffee - and I'd make my way (usually late) to school. Upon arriving at the harsh blue gates and often grey skies, I'd be greeted by a cloud of perfume clutching a clipboard ready to take my name to put me on the detention list for my slovenly attitude towards punctuality.
I easily spent about 6 hours in detention in year 13 for lateness - not something I'm particularly proud of - I hated a vast majority of my lessons and a few of my teachers for a multitude of reasons, and I felt like every day was a struggle. In the words of Tolstoy, "live in the needs of the day", and that is exactly what I did.
The only kind of morning person I'll be, is the kind who stays up to 6am on the internet and sleeps until early afternoon. I will probably never embrace waking up at any time before 9, whether it's because I go to bed really late or because I love my sleep, but being at University has certainly made waking up that bit more enjoyable.
I've ditched the coffee and replaced it with tea, I easily drink at least four or five cups of tea a day - and I have no shame or guilt in it anymore. I love to spend my time in between lectures tea in one hand and a book in the other whilst chatting with bantering in consequence.
I feel more comfortable here. At school I spent my time in the library alone or with one other person who made me feel comfortable because I felt judged, disliked and overwhelmed.
