I can’t stress this enough. Before going to my first uni I was adament that I would go into a nice house and make sure I didn’t end up living in some of the messes I had read about; some might call me a snob – I may agree! The house was great but I learned quickly that it’s not necessarily where you live, but who you live with. At my second uni I thought I had got into halls. I soon realised yes I was, but because I was late applying they put 5 of us in this little “big” house out of the way as the other places were full. We were also 3 miles out from the main uni and all of us had to get the bus each day (on tha campus). Heck, what a way to meet people! But it wasn’t halls with people above and people below. Believe it or not you may need to know a few people when it comes to living arrangements in the third year.
I am having difficulty now finding numbers for places because of missing the halls experience. Crap really can be fun you know!! Real fun!! And my do I have some memories! Unless asked I won’t tell you what we got up to! I may get into trouble!
