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My first day of Uni


Yesterday I had my first induction day at uni. I was quite nervous but nowhere near as bad as I thought I’d be on my first day. Despite feeling these nerves, I did also feel a sense of excitement for the day ahead. My first two inductions went really well. I got to meet and get to know people on the same course as me which was really good. I was able to chat, and both join in and start conversations with others. It was good. The third and final induction of the day though was with a lot more people. 397 to be exact. This made me very anxious and so I did have a bit of a moment. Not only did I have the anxiety of the next induction but there was also an hour break in between our second and third induction which most people used to eat their lunch. I found that this unstructured time added to my anxiety and the canteen area, where I went with some others from my course to eat their lunch, was very busy and loud and I found this very overwhelming.
It did all work out ok in the end though – I luckily managed to find a second-year student who I had met the day before and I chatted to them for a little while. I also met a member of staff who works at the university, and we went to look around the lecture theatre beforehand. We managed to find a seat which was right next to the door so I could quickly exit if I wanted to.

Because the morning had gone so well, feeling this way – very anxious and overwhelmed – did make me feel a little frustrated as I so wanted to have a good first day. I came home feeling quite upset and disappointed with myself. After some time to reflect on the day though, I’ve realised that what I did do yesterday was actually quite brave. That things might not have gone the exact way I’d have liked them too, but if I look at the day as a whole, I did do quite well. I’ve done it now though, it’s in the past, I’ve survived the first day of Uni. Although the day didn’t go exactly the way I’d have liked it to, it was a good day, and I did it. 





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