University Life My Official First Year!

So after finishing my foundation year in Carmel college in St Helens with a pretty high average of 92% across  my exams, I finally reached my official first year at the University of Liverpool to study a degree in Physics.

I've already had my first eventful semester and as always, have met some incredible people, one of which includes my amazing flatmate and now also girlfriend Amy!

Monday night in the Raz one of Liverpools popular nights among students

First semester seemed to fly by and with juggling my bar job with Uni, even though it just being first year which most people seem to take with the laid back approach, I felt highly under pressure when it came to the January exam period.

With barely missing my grades to reach university and having to do the foundation year, it was like a relaxation and party year in which I had no worries about passing. I only needed to average 40% in the foundation exams to get to university and I pulled of 92%.. so it was almost as if I had a year free from the struggle of learning and being tested on new information!

I handed in my resignation for the bar I worked in effective the week after new years to buckle down and concentrate on exams. The week of new years being a very busy one with having to work new years eve then heading over to Ireland to visit Amy on the 2nd of January and coming back on the 4th of january to my final shift at Revolution on the 5th.

Chilling on a mini beach in Clough, Northern Ireland

A final shift at which I was cling filmed to a post... fed chilli vodka... and soaked in champagne.... Everyone had so much fun at that bar, so sad to leave, but university has to come before anything else!

The only picture I could find anywhere of my Suffering!

I had never felt so unprepared for exams in my entire life and these exams were going to be, and easily were, the hardest exams I have ever sat in my life. I felt pressured when I only had 3 exams, some people had 9 or even 10.. I would have gone absolutely insane..

The worst part of January exam time for me is the fact my birthday is smack bang in the middle of exams EVERY year, the 18th of January always seems to be placed right in the middle of a busy and horrible exam timetable.

It made turning 20 feel that little more worse, the fact I'm not a teenager any more and the fact I have reverted to calling myself twenteen to make myself feel better is horrible.

but results day has been and gone and it seems my worries of passing were for no reason, I passed each of my exams and have learnt from my first semester.

Working harder for semester 2 and all the knew modules has to be done since I no longer have a job and therefore money to distract me from studying!

Plus the fact that one of my modules is on Einstein's General relativity, it may need some work putting into it to make sure I know what's going on!

Cant believe how good this year has been already! Hopefully it continues like this

The morning after the last day of school..

Well that was a strange one! Starting drinking at 13:00 is not a good idea....

I went home to have some food at about 19:00 then nearly fell asleep... then proceeded to go out to a party.

Got to the party and had a good laugh whilst trying to sober and liven up.. then was dragged out by a friend to walk back and get her ID and money from her friends house... It started raining.... got to the house.... there was nobody home and so we where stuck with a couple of quid ... the rain and no party!

We decided to get a taxi back to the party with the last of our money and ended up staying till we where thrown out..

As we got thrown out of the party.... it started to rain again... and we had to drag a drunken friend out who was pretty wasted and shouting all sorts of slurred jibberish.

We had no money and the girl who was wasted was in no state to get a taxi back.. so we had to walk in the rain which proved difficult as we had to literally drag her along the promenade to her house which had already previously visited that night.



As we got half was back which had taken the most part of an hour some cray psychopath was riding their bike screaming abuse at the top of their voice towards us... so as you do.. we managed to get the drunken girl to hurry the hell up and got home as quick as we could... safe from any psychopaths and freaks.

Got a taxi back with the girl who had finally got her stuff from her drunken friends house... walked home from hers then fell asleep .. dead

And now today I have to go to work... and then have another party after work! wish me luck

Anyone got any crazy party stories? leave me a comment with them !