Rockin’ Robbins

Home sweet home

I’ve been at university for nearly two weeks now, so I thought I’d check in and let you know how I’ve been getting on.

Getting here turned out to be a complete nightmare — a couple of weeks before I was due to move, MDX e-mailed to let me know they’d run out of space in the halls I applied for. Luckily, my best friend knows someone on the accommodation team, who suggested Robbins Hall in Enfield. They’re the nicest halls for the university, but they’re also the most expensive and furthest away from the campus.

Me, being "studenty"

I moved in on Monday 14th September, and once I’d finally convinced Mum to go home and leave me to my own devices, I met my flatmate Hattie and her friend Joey. I can honestly say they’re two of the nicest people I’ve ever come across — without them I would still be feeling completely lost, but they’ve made it so easy to settle in and I hope we’re going to be friends for a very long time.

Once we’d finished unpacking, we headed down to our local Wetherspoons for a drink and it only took Hattie a few minutes to ask if I was gay. That might sound awkward, but it was actually a huge relief: at college, it took me weeks to come out (I know, I know — it’s not exactly a secret) so it was great to be able to be myself straight off the bat. Our flat is already famous for its “gay wall” — basically a collection of the hottest guys from Attitude — and most of the other people on the complex are doing creative courses, so nobody really bats an eyelid.

OK, one person has batted an eyelid. But he made himself quite unpopular in the process, so I’m not worried.

Standing in a cupboard: more fun than you think

I won’t pretend life in halls is everything it’s cracked up to be. I’m quite a reserved person, so I’m finding the constant parties a bit much. I’d much rather sit down with five or six people and have a proper conversation — screaming at someone across a hot, cramped, dark, loud kitchen doesn’t do it for me. For a couple of days I drifted about feeling quite lonely and detached, but I’m slowly getting to know people and I reckon I’ll feel right at home within the next couple of weeks.

Yesterday was the start of freshers week, so I finally got to meet some other TV production students. So far, everyone seems really nice, but I’m dying to actually start work instead of queuing up and waiting around all day. There isn’t much to do around here, so I’m going to go stir crazy unless things pick up soon.

On Friday we’re going to the actual freshers fair, so I might find some exciting things to sign up for. Joey and I have been talking about starting a show on MUD Radio, which would be nice — it’s been a few months since I did any presenting, and I’m dying to get back into it.

I think that’s just about all there is to say at the moment. Stalk me on Twitter if you want to know what I’m doing all the time; and I’ll try to blog again as soon as I have some time to myself. Kisses!