Pinch me.

I'M AT UNIVERSITY.

Ohgod. Just writing that makes me freak out. It's just...I've said it so much over the past week...SURREAL. It's just surreal. Things like this DO NOT HAPPEN. Well they do, but you just don't think they ever will. I'm not explaining myself properly. What I mean is, that I always KNEW I'd go to university. I always knew one day the day would come when I had got into a university and I would be going to it. But, that day always seemed in the unforeseeable future. The summer was endless. I would spend the summer getting ready for university. At the end of that summer, I would go to university. But that summer was endless so what did after summer matter?

But alas, here I am at university. I have been here for nine days now. I have had the absolute, categorical time of my life. I waited for this for so, so long. I really did not like sixth form. University was the light at the end of the tunnel. And now I'm here. In the run up to university (I have said this many times on this blog) I didn't feel at all nervous; just absolutely, ridiculously excited. This scared me for two reasons. I took for granted that because I wasn't nervous in the build up, I would completely freak out when I did get here at last. I also took for granted that because I was so excited, it would be a letdown and a disappointment.

Neither of these things came to light. I have not had a freak out yet, and so far it has been everything I hoped plus a billion times more.

As someone who doesn't really drink and isn't a massive partier, I was very worried about that side of university life. I didn't want to be the only one not doing those things, nor did I want to get roped into stuff I didn't feel comfortable with. As it happens, I have met the most incredible group of people who are absolutely like-minded to me. I cruised through sixth form without a solid, definitive friendship group, and as much as I pretended it didn't bother me, I hated it. Within a day of being at university I had slotted perfectly into a group of people. We all (bar a couple, who come and visit all the time) live in the same halls, and we spend the majority of our waking hours together. We have only known eachother for just over a week, but because we've been in such close quarters, we've become close unbelievably fast. It's what I've needed for so, so long. I feel on top of the world, my self-confidence is the highest it's been in years and I'm surrounded by some of the most amazing people I've ever met. I thought people were exaggerating a bit when they told me that I would meet my friends of life at university, but I can already see that this is true.

It all hits me when I think about our living conditions; we're in halls of residence, which is basically on-campus accommodation. In my halls we have our own rooms with an en-suite and then there's kitchens dotted around that we share. I realised yesterday that we have lived without any adult input for over a week. This may sound trivial, but for people who have left home for the first time, it is a massive deal! Yet we haven't even significantly noticed this, because of how we've settled in. I feel completely at home here. I adore how I have my friends constantly a few meters at most away from me. It's amazing. For example, at 1 this morning (It's about 2am now) I wrote my friend Michael, who lives in the room opposite me, a note and put it under his door. We communicated this way for half an hour, not actually seeing eachother, just posting letters under our door. His room is a meter from mine. It's so, so brilliant. What I find incredible is that some universities put you in your rooms based on the personalities of the other people, by getting prospective students to fill out questionnaires about themselves beforehand. They didn't do that at my uni. However, if they had done, they couldn't have matched us any better. Michael and me are both huge Shakespeare and Doctor Who fans. Me, Lizzie, Kat, Sarah and Kelly adore musical theatre. Me and Mike have the same music taste. And that's just the tip of the iceberg; I have not argued with one person. Obviously as humans we're not destined to get on amazingly with everyone we meet, but bearing in mind how much we've all seen of eachother over the past 9 days, it's unbelievably how well we're getting on.

And that's before I even get started on my course. I am a MEDIA ARTS STUDENT. I've wanted to study media for so, so long. I've been directly contributing to the media through my vlogging for three and a half years, and to actually be STUDYING this as an ART FORM is like, my dream. Making a career path out of a hobby that has become basically my life and who I am. So far I have had one lecture and one workshop in a Mac suite. In both of these situations I was in my element. I know this is what I'm meant to be doing. It really terrifies me how horribly close I was to studying Drama for another three years. I do actually miss drama a lot, and will definitely be joining the Drama Society here, but I know that doing it for my degree would have been the wrong choice. I went through a lot to get my place on this course; I had to beg and convince my parents that I was serious about it, then do the same with my teachers, then I had to pull out university applications past the official deadline and then I had to reapply, again past the official deadline. And finally, here I am. I'll never take this for granted.

I think that more or less concludes my blog. I just want to make the most of every second here. I'm living in London, something I've always wanted to do, studying what I've always wanted to study, living with the kind of people I've always wanted to live with. I am absorbing and enjoying everything that is thrown at me, and I am ecstatic that I have only been here for one week.

THREE MORE YEARS TO GO. (: