Back in Black

I haven't written anything on this blog for a long time. I suppose I just lost interest, but now seems like a good time to start again. It's approaching the end of my first year of university, a massive amount has changed and I'm in an edgy, electric, creative mood.

My first term was a haze of new faces, of nights out, hangovers, malnutrition, homesickness and depression.

Second term began with a dive. But these problems gradually ironed themselves out. By about halfway through, I was having a whale of a time.

This term has, by and large, been fantastic. Personalities seem to have clashed and come to precarious truces. I have made new friends, people I am friends with because I actually like them, rather than because we were forced together in a 1960s concrete shoebox.

They say that, at university, only a fraction of what you actually learn comes from lectures and seminars, and this certainly seems to be true. I feel like I now know considerably more about myself, and am considerably better off for it.