At some point, I will stop apologising for missing a post. But today is not that day. Last week, the anticipation of starting university built up so much I had complete bloggers block when it came to what to post. However, it turned out that I was only there two days (Monday and Tuesday) which meant I had the rest of the week to write blog posts. More importantly, time to catch up on some of my favourite bloggers –if you randomly get an influx of likes/comments from me, you’re a fave.
Overview of the First Couple of Days…
When I arrived on the Monday, it was hand in your online enrolment form and pick up your student i.d. I actually started talking to a couple girls who were waiting in line, we then stuck together and went for a drink. They were both so lovely and I thought the day was off to a good start. Unfortunately, neither of them are doing the same course as I am.
At 10, we had to go to a Welcome Talk, where we received a bag of free stuff (which was appreciated). We were sat at the back and I couldn’t really see who was talking, nor could I really hear what they were saying but that happens sometimes. Anyways, after that everyone had to go to the right tutor that was holding the sign up for your course. The afternoon was spent getting bombarded with information- that was expected– and one of the tutors had very kindly reserved a table for us at one of the café’s and had ordered us pizza, wraps and chips for lunch. It was such a lovely gesture but it was quite awkward because no one really knew each other.
The second day we were given a task to make a ‘Linda Apron’ to try to settle us in and get us talking to the rest of the group.
Why I was Disappointed…
One of the main factors I chose the University I did was because of what I was told in the interview stage. It was the first time they were doing the course, but with how strong the rest of the department was I thought it would be fine. If not an advantage to have access to more attention from tutors. However, from what it seems they have just added Fashion students with Textiles. Not the biggest of problems but not what I was told. Also the space I was shown I would be working in, it was a really great room, large floor to ceiling windows and just in general large and airy. However, now that’s gone and I know none of these are really big issues but I just couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed.
Overall there is 15 of us in a group, possibly a couple more starting next week. I know with what the university is like, they do generally have smaller classes. But I thought there would be more of us (especially from what I can gather from the group, around 5 including myself are doing Fashion). Honestly, after the first day I genuinely felt I had no one that I’d end up being friends with, which making friends at uni was a worry. After the second day I have started talking to a couple of people, but I was/am worried I’m not going to fit in with the group.
Over the Summer, I received a letter that included work that should be completed over the break. It was to do a self portrait (4 A1 pieces of paper stuck together) and a sketchbook that was almost supposed to be a visual summer diary- but it was up for your own interpretation. Anyways, on day 2 when it came to handing it in, I thought from the letter I got the impression I was going to have to present my work. Which I was fine about because I knew I’d worked hard. However, if it wasn’t for me handing it in, I don’t think ‘Summer work’ would have even been spoken of. I did get my work looked at, but in general the topic wasn’t a talking point like I thought it would be. This wasn’t me being selfish and wanting to brag, but more that I thought as a group I’m sure we had put in a lot of work and kind of wanted it to be acknowledged. I’m not sure what I’m trying to say, other than I guess University is a different ball game. (I also realise I’m not going to get praise for everything I do. nor do I want it).
Anyways, I’m intrigued to experience the workshops and I’m excited to start working (the latter probably won’t take long to turn into stress). I’m sure it will only get better and the things I’ve vented about aren’t the end of the world. It’s just been a case of accepting when things don’t turn out as expected and realising things seem heightened when stressed.
How is September going for you? Have you started anything new?
Lots of Love,