University - Two weeks in

Good evening, can you believe it's October tomorrow?! Each year is getting faster and faster.

I thought I'd write these little updates about University, not just for myself, but for other people to get an insight to my life and my experiences of being a student.

Oh, by the way, I'm living at home. Future students, your experiences are going to be completely different because of where you live, what part of the country you live in, what University you go to, your personality, etc.

Last week was introduction week and this week, I had my first lectures. The Saturday before introduction week started, I became very nervous. I started to panic and shed a few tears. This happened for the next few nights, as well as being sick in the mornings (I hate that symptom of my nervousness). As with most things, it wasn't as scary as I thought. 
The connotations around fresher's week is that you go out partying all night, every night. I didn't go out once, not only because I was completely knackered, but because it's not my thing. I don't like crowds, dancing or alcohol. It sounds out of the norm to do (or not to do in my case), but quite a few people I've spoken to didn't go out either, for the same reasons as myself.

This week wasn't as scary as I thought it'd be either. Because my University is a small one, there's only 30-40 people in each lecture, so going into a classroom isn't as daunting as you see in the films. The lectures haven't been too hard to understand, but it's only the first week. I'm worried about writing future essays, because I don't believe I am good enough.

In terms of friends, I haven't really made any yet. I've been speaking to people, but I wouldn't call any of them my friends. I do think that living at home makes it harder to make friends. People who are living in halls seem really close with their house mates, which is understandable because they've already spent a lot of time with each other.  Hopefully, I'll have some friends soon! I'm not too bothered at the moment, because I'm used to not having them.

Overall, my first two weeks have been fine. Not great, but not terrible either :) and I'm proud of myself for having the courage to actually go. It's the little things such as taking a new journey and bus on my own, sitting on my own whilst waiting for a class and talking to complete strangers, that are helping me become more independent and confident.

I would appreciate no judgemental comments. You may think I'm doing something wrong, and if I am, I'll learn on my own.