As Welcome Week draws to a close it feels quite natural to reflect on what has been an exhausting few days for both body and spirit.
It all kicked off on the Sunday night with a performance by the Bavarian Stompers who are not even German, let alone from Bavaria – they are in truth a group of middle aged men from what sounded like Yorkshire… Anyway, we all eagerly collected our beer steins and attempted to sing along with the German Toast song, although a fair few freshers seemed to forget that the beer belonged in their steins and in their mouths, not on the SU audience and floor.
The rest of the week followed with various themed LCR nights and intro lectures from our Heads of Schools; whilst enormous fun it is exhausting both physically and emotionally. Spending day to day sleep deprived in a place you don’t know, surrounded by people you don’t know, can leave you feeling… well I wouldn’t go so far as to say upset or completely overwhelmed, but rather adrift. I kept expecting it all to end and for it to be time to go home; and to be frank I still don’t think it’s really sunk in yet that I’m going to be here for three years.
But still, I’ve tried to throw myself into all. I’ve applied for a job on campus, an internship in Norwich which I have subsequently been shortlisted for, and agreed to act as Production Manager on one of the plays in the Minotaur’s Shorts Season, I just hope I haven’t bitten off more than I can chew.
In the flat the first grumbles have begun as washing begins to mount on the draining board; living with people is both rewarding and challenging and I fully expect there to be some hiccups along the way, but hopefully there won’t be any major fall outs. For now I am resisting leaving notes to remind people to clear away their debris – It’s not so much that I mind the mess, but that if the cleaner has to move lots of stuff so she can do her job then we can be fined and my student loan just won’t stretch that far!
My favourite thing so far about uni is how great it is for meeting a whole range of people, I’ve been invited around for dinner by postgrad Chinese students, and been cooked an “English Breakfast” by two Americans. There are people on my course from as far away as Belgium and Norway, the breadth of culture is truly astonishing, although I can’t help agreeing with the card given to me by a friend which said that 50% of uni is spent comparing regional accents – the North/South divide proving particularly divisive.
Welcome Week ended this year with the Welcome Prom, a night of music from bands such as PEACE (who were bloody fantastic if you want my opinion) and a free Funfair (well, the price was included in the ticket – when is anything truly free?). It was a great night to stop and take stock of the friend’s you’d made and how much we’d already achieved, and also a very good opportunity for selfies.
In conclusion, Welcome Week is something to be both enjoyed and got through; sometimes you might feel like you’re on cloud nine and other times you just have to grit your teeth and plough on, despite the near constant urge to just lie down.