My first first year or my second first year? They were both shit, anyway.

God gave us life! Four more years! etc.

I'd say the first term was pretty shit (it took me a long time to settle in, and for a while I was convinced I'd gone to the wrong university).

After Christmas, and the second term, though, it all got good. Second year has been continuation of that. It just depends on how long it takes to find a good group of friends/the nights you like going out to/and such and such.

For most of my first year I lived and hung out with people who I didn't really have much in common with and felt like I'd never have friends like I had back at home. I'd just started to make friends with a couple of people who I'm still friends with 7 or 8 years later but on the whole I was pretty down about it all.

Funnily enough now I realise the friends back at home that I missed so much I never had much in common with either and am now much happier in my life than I was either during my first year at Uni or before I went.

i shared a room with someone i didnt like. really really rubbish. apparently being 18 doesnt mean you get stuff like privacy and personal space. nor, apparently, does it mean that you stop being a twat. TIM. you cunt. he fucked his degree up by doing too many drugs though.

let's not turn this into another "making shona dread university" thread, please.

not so long from now. I can't wait!

As i slowly realised i hated my course but had gone too far to turn back

still the first 2 years in particular were great!

two was harder work and more fun as you get to know more people. All the essays got bit to much for my crappy writing skills. Amongst other things.

Three... well I didnt get that far. But I might do one day I have a foundation degree and can just jump into a 3rd year in the same field when I want to.

I'm really excited about it, so it better live up to my fantasticly high expectations.

No, I've never been to band camp but I do have an interesting/funny story to tell.

I go to Glasgow University. On a Thursday night in 1st year is was Cheesy night in the Hive (part of the Glasgow University Union) and vokda/dash was only 75p. So we just to go down there and fill up on diesel, triple vodka cokes and pints of fun (triple vodka, orange, orange Reef). It got pretty intense and we got truely buggered.

One drunken night I stumbled home by myself. I lived just up the hill from the uni in a tenement building converted into three flats, A, B and C. I lived on C.

This night I spewed up out side my door leaving a nice purple puddle of alcohol for the stranglers, fumbled the key in the door to my flat and stumbled to my bed. I derobed and went to sleep.

Half an hour later I was awoken by an American screaming "who the fuck are you?" "how did you get in here?" "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?".

I was terrified.

Turns out I had went to sleep in my room on floor A - it wasn't my flat or room at all, let alone my bed! :D

Much hilarity and scaredness ensued and he demanded I proved I lived in Flat C. I pulled out the trusty yearbook and there was my big gleaming ginger mug. He was content, left me to my ways anf buggered off.

We shared rooms in first year, lucky his roommate wasn't in, who would want a creepy ginge crawling in bed with you?

Oh and the washine machines and dryers were on Flat A for the whole building so that explains how my key worked in all the flats.

It was quite a terrifying ordeal looking back...

still puts a smile on my face :D

This is when the Gadget Shop was still around.

We took it upon ourselves to shoot every window, door and car we could from our bedroom window. We did quite well. Birds were a bastard to get though.

Unfortunately one of the windows we shot was that of a uni lecturer, safe to say he wasn't pleased. He reported us the the accommodation office.

We were told we'd get a bill for the cleaning cost of every window we hit - some of these were 4 storeys up and we thought shit this is going to be expensive.

It wasn't, it was a paltry £10 each. Definitely worth it for all the fun times gained.

http://www.theonion.com/content/video/study_nearly_80_percent_of_0

im hoping uni is gonna be alot better than college. as good as school was.
you can all shut up with your death stories.

but it had nothing to do with the academic side of things.

Also, it was my only year as I dropped out half way through my second.

i realised i could drink on consecutive days, broke up with an ex who threatened to drop out of oxford uni, met someone else, got so drunk i fell asleep in glass, went to see lightning bolt, had to blag my way out of being deregistered, smashed up 2 guitars and a ukelele, got the piss taken out of me for wearing cowboy boots over my jeans, discovered my love for latin american politics...i had a great time i guess.

I don't have a place to live next year. I was going to find a house with a couple of girls from downstairs and some guy they know, in fact his parents were going to buy a house. I could have applied for uni halls again because I'm an international, but didn't, because they wanted me to live with them and I wanted to live with them. We've got about a month left now and there's been no progress and I don't think they like me anymore. And obviously everyone else has sorted something out by now. GOOD TIMES.

vastly, immeasurably, astronomically, wildly, orgasmically better.

Exaggerating I may be, but not massively!

first year = good
second year = better
third year = bit of an anticlimax

After you leave high school.

FACT.