What can I say about freshers week? Well, it was a fortnight to begin with. A riot of introductory lectures, signing up to every society and sports team under the sun, awkward introductions to people you don't know, generally getting lost, buying fancy dress, getting drunk in fancy dress, stumbling back to halls in fancy dress with the new love of your life (ok, I made the last one up).
I have to say it was one of the most enjoyable two weeks of my life, even if my bank account did take a bit of a hit. It was a great way to introduce yourself and get to know the people that you will be spending a great proportion of the next 5 years with. Not that we all made a great first impression. Let's just leave it that one person spent their first night of university outside of the door of their flat, curled up in the foetal position with a number of fosters cans dotted around, some full, some not so full...
Well, we all survived the mayhem that was the first fortnight, even if our livers are now paying the price. And I can confirm a common thought about medical students - none of us are able to dance.
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