Moving on and moving out
It felt like I was wiping away the memories from first year by taking down the hundreds of photos from my wall and attacking numerous blu tack stains with a vengance. It left a small plain room that would now house a new ‘fresher’ anxious and but willing for adventure.
Student halls can spring a prison like feeling to mind at first. With rows upon rows of duplicate rooms, all with just one solitary window looking out of onto an unpleasant view of your new found city. As much as this daunts your beginnings, halls soon become a secure place on unfamiliar ground. Whether you are in a flat or floor of people, they quickly turn into a second family, love them or hate them, you’re stuck. Luckily for most, share a strong bond and you put all your trust in them.
Students quickly turn their new abodes into the familiar, whether that be photos of family and friends, posters or free memorabilia which quickly mounts up as the year passes. Plenty of the things your parents bought for you will find no use, underbed storage, door hooks, cleaning products will remain untouched for the majority of the year.
One rule I have found of student halls, there is one Irish person in each flat. Certainly in Newcastle this seems to be the case. They earn themselves a reputation as the craziest yet kindest people to meet at university. Some come with accents so thick you struggle to communicate at times. All in all his makes for St. Patricks day creating one of the best student nights of the year.
The most typical sights you will stumble across in student halls are notorious across the country. A handful or more of people sneaking out in the early hours about to embark on the ‘walk of shame’. Trolleys lining the streets outside left by students scrimping on taxi fares back from the supermarket. Often one person in reception having to fork out the extortionate price for losing their keys. An array of pyjamas and dressing gowns when the fire alarm goes off at four in the afternoon as most students are only just waking up. Finally, the unfortunate student who leaves their door unlocked for the weekend and returns to find their entire belongings cling filmed, outside or upside down.
All the above combinations made it hard to say goodbye to the halls you called home. Moving out into houses or flats where learning you have to pay for water and electricity opens a whole new side to your new found independence. Excited to no longer be branded a fresher but wishing you could turn back the clock and do it all again.