Freshers’ week. The week where all the new uni students (and some of the older ones), are meant to get wasted every night and sleep through the day, existing on a diet of pot noodles and pasta, downing paracetamol to cure their drinking-induced headache. When you put it like that, it doesn’t actually sound that great.
Fortunately, all my flatmates are nice. And I’ve witnessed at least 3/4 of them eat real food over the week and a half I’ve been here, so that fixes that problem. (I got bored of the pot noodles pretty quickly)
We sometimes sit in the hall eating dominoes pizza (50% off for being a RHUL student! I know! well… if you spend over £30. Let’s face it, you can’t really avoid it with 4 people) and watching films. My favourite was the Hairspray and Grease evening. It sounds a bit like a terrible hairdresser, doesn’t it? Hairspray and grease. ugh
And of course I managed to polish off a packet of club biscuits over three days. Don’t judge me, I was stressing about my bassoon lessons! ah, sweet sweet memories…
Last night we played monopoly and I got overexcited every time I won any money. Shame it’s not real money… I ended up with more than I started with, so 
from me.
Memoirs of a Music Student 