The Great Storm.

So there were weather warnings after weather warnings for last night through to this morning. "The Big Storm" was on its way and to be honest I was scared; Jake had been visiting for the weekend and we both had to walk from stations to our homes, alone, and it seemed likely we would either blow away or drown.

After making it into my flat, drenched but in one piece, I worried for Jake whose train was soon to arrive in Bristol. Being a midnight arrival, if something terrible was to happen, there would be no one around to help.

Living in England we are very used to the rain. Jake arrived home safely; he is damp but you would not expect anything less from a walk at night during Autumn. My worries were almost completely unnecessary.
















I slept well after Jake text me to let me know he was home and safe. As I woke up this morning, I rushed to the window to see what damage had been done in London. Just a bright morning with buildings and trees intact. I hear from a few friends that flower pots and bins have been pushed around but overall unimpressive. So, this "Big Storm" was really just some wind and rain which we get every night, a tad stronger. I'm sure they'll get weather predictions right one day.

5 weeks down...already!

In my Professional Studies lecture this afternoon, it really hit home that I was a university student. It was session 5 meaning that it has been 5 weeks (or there about) since I've moved to the big city and become a full time fresher. 5 weeks sounds like such a long time to have been away from everything in Cornwall, especially to not miss it. The feeling of feeling at home is so warming and cosy that it has meant that I have not really given it a thought.What has helped greatly is that; the course, rowing, the gym, CU, church and my flat are keeping me busy. It's rare I am sat on my own bored.

Our first flat-family night consisted of me making 46 pancakes which we then all scoffed. I love living with my flat, they're all so much fun.

This place is so full of mysteries. I am constantly finding new things around the campuses. Being at Roehampton is the best decision I have made so far and I am really looking forward to the next 3 years.

Fresher's Week is not for the weak.

After I had moved into my room at uni, freshers week began fast. It was not long before all of my flatmates were drunk and playing games with one another. I think that it is truly the fastest way to become friends with someone. The week entailed night after night of activities for us all ranging from comedy nights to UV parties. To say the least it was tiring.

By day we attended introductory lectures, tours and registrations. This was surprisingly difficult if you didn't leave the club until 3.  It was doable, and we all survived the week. Some of us ill, knackered and poor, but we made it. Now for the real university life to begin.

So this is Amy, one of my flatmates. This was the first night and we both had far too much to drink at BOP's white t-shirt party but the night was controlled nevertheless...sort of.

I didn't get the flat that I wanted, but one down the road about half a mile. It's really not a problem though because it means I get to walk past this every morning without going out of my way.

I loved exploring the towns around us. On Saturday we went to Kingston Upon Thames for shopping and lunch. Its so nice to live just a short bus ride away from shops. I am used to spending 2 hours on a train just for a H&M. 

Alice and I were friends in senior school. We hadn't seen or spoken in about 2 years but bumped into each other at the Fresher's fest. Looks like we will be seeing more of one another again.

Good bye Cornwall.

This week is my last at home with mum and dad. It isn't sad in any way (to me!) as I have a place at Roehampton University which I had really worked hard for. My packing (which had been done since May) had to be repacked so that there was no space-waste. This was exciting. I cannot wait to get into the place I'll be for the next three years. London!

Photo collection: 3.8.13-10.8-13

Here is a collection of  photos from my family holiday in North Wales. (more to come)

I, driver.

Yesterday, I had my first attempt at my driving test. I didn't really think it was that big of a deal until the morning of the test, then I was scared.

It seemed like a year wait for my driving instructor to arrive but before I knew it, my pre-test lesson had been and gone and I was headed for the test center. My stomach growled with nervousness.

I can't really remember my test exactly. All I can recall is the examiner congratulating me at the very end. Confusion was all I thought and then it hit me. I am now a fully qualified driver.

Chris, my instructor, slowly walked over to the car with curiosity in his eyes. I launched myself at him and burst into tears (what a girl, huh?) with pride and thankfulness. I really enjoyed learning to drive with him. He is such a nice man and great teacher.

I would do the test all over again if it meant I would have the feeling of passing once more.





















To me, this certificate means the world.

Well deserved celebration.

There is no better feeling than on A-level results day finding that you have exceeded the grades you need to do your ideal degree in your ideal university. I couldn't help but grin the whole day knowing that  I was going to be moving to London and learning to be a teacher.

After work, as a bit of a double-date/celebration, Jenny, Ben, Jake and myself all climbed Carn Brea (a beautiful rocky hill just between Redruth and Camborne). The sky was bright but it was still very cold. We sat on a rock and ate Kendall Mint Cake (a gift from Wales) as our noses turned pink.  

When we arrived home, we stuffed ourselves with sausages and mash and proceeded to crash on the sofa, watching rubbish T.V. It was not long until we had to get ready for a night out to celebrate results day with the rest of sixth form and other students around Redruth. Jenny and I did not take long to get ready and soon we were headed to Linzi's house for lethal pre-drinks.

 

A messy few hours it was. All of my girls were ecstatic the whole evening, knowing that they would, in a month or so, be university students.

The club was packed! It seemed that everyone had done well and was out having a great night because of it. We had a few cheeky drinks in a booth before the dancing started and boy, did the dancing start!

I really do believe that my friends are the best in the world.