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Fairfarren First Year

Here we are. Today at four o'clock I will sit and take my one and only exam of this year, and my final assessment of first year. I'm sitting here (strangely calm) on my bed in my flat, after having chatted to and relaxed with my flatmates and it is honestly surreal.

To say that eight months (ish) ago I walked up to this flat, sick to the stomach with nerves and began living with five complete strangers is just weird. These people I've grown to adore, get irritated at and laugh with and I will definitely miss living with them next year. Everyone has there ups and downs but I would say that, on the whole, our flat has an appreciation and care for each other that will hopefully last; we look out for each other, we respect each other and for a majority of the year we shared food and sat down to a meal with each other every single day. I can't thank them enough for the things I have learnt from them about people and, well, myself.

The people I've met have just been fabby. (Yes, fabby.) I have a lovely group of friends whom I can rely on to give me a giggle, or food for thought or just generally to sit and listen to whilst they debate about various films and people I've never heard of. I really appreciate how accepting and lovely they all are, and I think it's safe to say (fingers crossed - I'm living with some of them next year!) that we'll be friends for a long, long while.

My course has just been ridiculously enriching. The tutors are so knowledgeable yet they will sit and listen to you. The seminars groups I've had have meant that I've met some really great people, with whom I've had some lovely times. We will all kick bum in that exam today.

Lincoln is lovely. I've learnt a lot about (as cliche as it is) me; I feel like I've not only grown up a lot but I've kind of fallen into my own shoes, which is nice. It's a breath of fresh air.

So yes, as I sit here in my little room listening to Lady Gaga and generally soaking up my surroundings I'm realising how sad it is that this year is coming to a close. My first year of university is nearly over; my flatmates will no longer be the people I live with, my desk, bed and wardrobe will be taken over by someone else, a fresh eyed fresher, come September. It's so weird how time has flown...

Now to revision, then enjoying a lovely evening with my friends and then I'm going to read all of the books ever and boy, will I love it.

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