Reflecting on the first day at uni is always interesting. Personally, I seem to have no recollection of the morning or day beforehand, having blocked it from memory on account of being so nervous. However, I do remember arriving and waiting outside the classroom surrounded by a group of people who mostly looked just as worried as I felt.
Everybody sat or stood rather awkwardly, an awareness that we were possibly all there for the same reason but engaging in very little conversation. It seems strange looking back at this moment, as now the problem is getting everyone to stop talking!
The group is lovely. Inclusive of a range of ages, backgrounds and cultures. Any stereotypical misconceptions of students are immediately replaced by a diverse collection of individuals sharing the aspiration of taking the same course. The fact that each one of us opted to be on the course meant we immediately banished any negative attitudes from forced attendance.
Once inside the room, we do all the usual introductions and hear more about the coming weeks. As much as introducing myself makes me cringe, this was a very informal exercise we completed in small groups; much less daunting. Taking no longer than 15 minutes, the awkward practise was soon over and we began to learn as a group. Out of the reams of information I have learnt on the course, peoples names are not something I have managed to tackle yet…hopefully they are not on the final exam!
If I had to repeat my first day at Warwick Uni there really isn’t much I’d change. I now realise that being apprehensive is something that was felt collectively and is perfectly normal when faced with new challenges. As much as its not the most comfortable feeling, take it as reassurance that you are human. Often we have to be brave enough to step outside our comfort zones to discover new opportunities for personal development.
Back to work for me now, more about lectures and essays to come soon. Happy studying!