It starts with Fresher’s week: making lifelong friends
By Nicole Correia,
This is certainly something that comes with time. I didn't meet my current house mates until my second term at university, but along the way I made some fantastic pals. During your first term at university you'll, altogether, be made victims of Fresher's week, enjoying pre-organised nights out - with many of them being fancy dress. Fancy dress nights are a great way of making new friends as more often than not you will have to buy a few bits to adhere to the theme.
For my second Fresher's night, we were all given t-shirts that we could write on - our names, course, relationship status and where we were from. There was also a space for a tally - there were many discussions on what this tally was for? How many times you'd been sick on the chunder chart? or worse?!
You can imagine the profanity and drawings scribbled on everyone's t-shirts by the end of the night and it was one of my favourite Fresher's nights. I received many drunken hugs from several English Literature students; many of whom I saw in the lecture halls a couple of weeks later. It was really funny looking at each other and knowing a drunken embrace had taken place, yet you have no idea of each other's names - a great way to break the ice. I remember making friends in the queue to the loo. And shouting things at each other about life through the toilet cubicles - using the lock on a door and not figuring how to unlock yourself whilst drunk is a traumatic experience for many young women at university.
My uni flatmates are a mishmash of friends of friends from various seminars and flats. We met in an awkward way, that wasn’t during a drunken fresher’s event, but it works and each of us seem to fit well as a group. We are all from various parts of the country, with completely different backgrounds and schooling experiences but we get on well, and that’s all that matters.
I know I’ve struck a winning group when only one of the other girls, out of four, drinks tea; when offering an evening cuppa I know that not everyone’s going to be demanding a hot drink as they do at home when you absent-mindedly ask if anyone wants a cup of tea. Call me lazy but it all sounds pretty blissful. A cuppa for two, and a pack of biccies shared between the cuddly five of us on the living room sofa.