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.

Surrounded by beauty.

Living in Cornwall is such a privilege. It is beautiful all year round but these two days, in particular, were exceptionally pretty ones.
















This summer Jake and I promised we would do more active things together (unlike last year when we mostly watched films and pigged out). The Gannel is such a wonderful place to start our couple runs; the dusty tracks are perfect for jogging and the clear blue made the outdoors so inviting.

It soon became clear that it was too hot to be wearing tops. Our pasty-white tummies finally got to see the bright summer sun which has only just made an appearance. Unsurprisingly, Jake did not go for the conventional smile in this photo.

So clear and so blue! The sea the next morning was truly a breath-taker. After an hour or so sunbathing, we ran into the sea. Despite being hot weather, the sea was still freezing like the grey week before and we didn't stay in there long.

Newquay town was busy. It's nice to see the high street doing well for once. Even though I appear to have my grump on, basking in the glorious sunshine at The Cribbar was a great place to be at lunchtime.

For a treat the pair of us went to Pizza Express for tea. On the way back home we stopped at the viewing point on Great Western Beach to see the beauty of Newquay's coast. This is my favourite place on earth.

A fantasticle evening.

I was so fortunate to be in the catchment area of a truly great school. It may have had a bad reputation but it was a caring, successful school where I felt really at home and part of something much bigger. The best decision I have made in schooling was to stay on at sixth form, I remained with my favourite people for another two exciting years whilst gaining qualifications I need to get me into teaching myself. As the end of these wonderful 7 years of my life ended, a posh-do was certainly required to draw the whole thing to a close. It really was the perfect way to celebrate and commemorate the end of an era.

So Jake, a few of my lovely girls and myself all got ready at my house. After 2 hours of dolling up, as you can see, we were photo ready.

The hut was certainly the perfect backdrop. These girls are certainly some of the most beautiful I have ever seen and their gorgeous personalities match.

Our hair, surprisingly, played ball and looked really cute. Dad, being the joker he is, obviously had to photobomb. 

Our masks (I don't think that I mentioned it was a masquerade ball...woops!) looked so professional. It is surprising what you can do when a few lovely people get together with some old jewellery, glue, paint and kebab sticks.

Despite being older and  going to a different school, Jake was allowed to come along to the ball. It's so great that he fits in with my friends. I love showing him off!

After a few snaps we head up the garden in shoes really unfit for grass. We jump in the cars and that is the last I see of my house that day. Falmouth, here we come.

The hotel matched how everyone was looking. Divine!  It was wonderful to be able to spend time with friends in an environment very alien to us all.

We chatted, laughed and posed for a long while, the main topics of conversation being the beauty of the venue and whose dresses stood out the most (good and bad of course!). We soon gathered on our tables and the fun began....

Firstly, the nominations. Everybody giggled at the allocations; the future Mr and Mrs, worst driver etc.. I am not sure whether to be happy that I won 'ABS OF THE YEAR' or not. It certainly annoyed one or two guys from the rugby team, that made me smile anyway. Then we had the raffle. Jake and I both won with our tickets and got a go in the lucky dip. As you can see teachers have a sense of humour after all!

Not only did the food look mouth-watering on the menu but it really was. As students we very rarely get to eat this standard of cuisine which makes it even more amazing when we do.

Sharing tales of one another over dinner really made me realise that this was really the last occasion everybody would be together. It was truly the best night to draw our time at Redruth School to a close.