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Being that it’s true what they say about what seems Now look, a healthy diet doesn’t require plenty of money or newfangled appliances or subsisting on any kind of scheme that sounds like a gimmick. I also didn’t bank on ‘notdrinking’ being the cardinal sin of starting university.

Student drinking culture wasn’t something that I thought I will find so intimidating!

I suppose I was being nave when I imagined it should be quite easy task to find the people who weren’t drinking. I didn’t expect there to be very much social expectation to drink. It was nigh on impossible -in fact I didn’t find another person like me in this sense until my course started, a full nine days after I moved into Halls. It wasn’t the tal disaster of a night I first saw it as. That’s okay, and I did cope, The rational part of my brain is back, the one which reminded me to go back to bed on that difficult, anxious night when I needed to cope by myself.

Coming to uni was without doubt p thing I’ve ever done -my confidence has skyrocketed and my anxiety, for the most part, had been under strict control.

I don’t think I’d like to swap places with people who partied until dawn and got on the wrong side of their tutors from day one for missing important induction lectures!

Maybe what I’m wishing for is that I hadn’t been so afraid to open up and come clean about myself, and perhaps find like minded people across the campus much sooner. I’m not sure. I just wish that my Freshers’ experience hadn’t been so… introverted. I want to ask you a question. Am I wishing I was different?

Know what guys, I thought that during Freshers’ week it my be easy to find my fellow non partygoers, before I moved in. Since I conveniently forgot to factor in some pretty important factors, evidently, I didn’t think this through. Meaning that when the party crowd went out, we were never planning to find each other! All the non partygoers are probably a little like me, in that they’d rather go to bed early than spend all hours of the night and early morning in a club. Fact, having anxiety made me 102 unwilling to go out of my room when things were getting extremely rowdy and alcohol fuelled, out on the corridor. Even less willing to try and find any new friends once things had finally quietened down. Of course, I’d have done anything to keep on walking til I was home.

That didn’t make the thought any less real at the time, I’m almost sure I felt like the main person on campus, that I know was only the musing of an anxious mind.

It was the first time I’d felt truly lonely.

With a cup of tea and a hot water bottle, as usual, the rational part of my brain ok over and led me back to my room behind the safety of a locked door. Whenever feeling like my chest was on fire, I remember pacing the length of my long corridor from one end to the other. Surprisingly, it wasn’t the first night but the second that I found the hardest. Despite how intimidating it may feel, open up and find the people who don’t seek for to drink and dance until morning. Now pay attention please. In a piece like that, Know what, I feel like I going to be giving some sort of advice.