The start of the rest of my life

After my refusal to add my mum on Facebook, and starting my 5 years at uni, I figured now would be a good time to start writing a blog. Having done 3 hours of anatomy revision today (and accidentally falling asleep for 3 hours in the middle of that time) I thought I should write something that didn’t involve the 19 different sections of the human pelvic girdle. How such a small piece of the body has so much detail is beyond me, but apparently it’s all relative.

 I’m really enjoying uni so far. I’ve ended up in decent accommodation with some good people, and somehow made friends that will cook a Sunday roast for £2.20 (as well as being really nice, that is), so I’m definitely doing something right. My friends do have the weirdest laughs ever though, including snorting, making the same noise as a seal, and laughing like a little girl. It gets a lot of strange looks, as you'd expect.  Flat 7 does have a fairly severe wasp infestation at the moment, but I shouldn’t complain too much about halls because Manchester Uni gave me a free shower without any questions asked after my last one only gave out cold water.

Medicine’s turned out to be a bit like hard work. Obviously I didn’t think it’d be a walk in the park, but it feels like I’m learning the contents of an A-level in a month. We also get to do dissection on a cadaver, which is really interesting, but I’m not looking forward to the day that I go into the dissection room (which has a bit of an odd smell) with a proper hangover. I must admit I was quite worried the first time I went in there; I picked apart a model of the brain and it took me a good five minutes to put it back together. In my defence, it was a pretty complicated model, but still, it didn’t inspire me with confidence. I reckon the most interesting lecture so far was the one titled ‘Normal Birth’, part of which was a video of a woman giving birth. Our lecturer went on to say “and as you can see, it’s a bit of a tight fit”. I didn’t quite agree with her choice of words after seeing something the size of a watermelon pop out of the poor woman.

Manchester’s been a good night out so far, with the pyjama pub crawl in a onesy and the curry night that nearly descended into a pretty messy food fight being my favourites so far, as well as seeing Nick Grimshaw’s DJ set. The benefits of being a student are most obvious when you can go downstairs to your halls bar and buy a pint for a pound. It’s fair to say that the nights out are usually much cheaper than Bolton.

I reckon my mum will probably be the only one who’s still reading to this point, and I’m about to go to the bar and try and improve my table football skills so we can somehow, eventually, beat the duty tutors, who are absolutely amazing at it. On that note, I’m going to finish up. Hope it’s been a vaguely interesting read.