It has been four years since I last sat a January exam, so of course, the last few weeks have been a bit of a shock to the system. I’ve become accustomed to forgetting everything in my first semester modules and revising like mad in April and May, so revising over Christmas was a very odd experience. My first semester in Spanish university doesn’t technically finish until 7th February, with new classes for the second semester starting the day after at the lovely time of 8:30am. I am exhausted thinking about it already.
Hola todos! Let the year abroad blogging commence.
It’s the middle of July. University finished a month ago and I have no classes again until September when I move to Spain. Naturally, I have found myself going through somewhat of a lull. Apart from shifts at Lush, my life mainly consists of Netflix marathons, late nights and lots of coffee – I can’t remember the last time I read something or did something that truly made me think or feel productive. That is, until this past week or so.
After my first, and certainly entertaining, year studying English Literature and Spanish at the University of Birmingham (and inspired by a wonderful piece by Juliette Rowsell) I thought it might be best to impart some wisdom for apprehensive new students to take with them when they embark on their first year of undergraduate adventures this September.
My first year at university has been far busier (and far more bizarre) than I ever expected. At the start of the academic year, if you had told me I would be part of a record label and appearing on the radio, I would have laughed you out the door… so naturally the last few months have been somewhat different.
For those of you who follow me on Twitter and Instagram, you’ll have seen a barrage of posts from my week in Barcelona. Although set up by my university, essentially it was a week of studying, walking around for hours, getting lost on the metro and drinking cocktails and sangria until we could barely stand.