May - Goodbye year two.

In all honesty, where does the time go? I feel like I only started my first year at university a week ago and now I am technically a third year. This can’t be the case; I just cannot be one of them. This is un-cool and unfair, I need a master plan of what to do with my adult life after uni and I think so far all I have is to stay at uni forever. What am I going to do without my class? How can I cope knowing that I won’t see Sophie on a weekly basis, so we can judge everyone who is less perfect than we are – there is a lot of people that fall into that category obvs, and stake out the best looking boys that attend the college – for the record there are a lot of those too. How can I cope without Abi and Liane? I owe them half of my degree as it is, so when I need to make even bigger life choices how am I going to do it on my own? Mel, with her baby bump, which I know will not be there forever, but my weekly feels make my life that little bit more exciting. Adam, and his laugh that could literally wake up the dead, and of course my lovely Bethman, our own personal flower fairy, who makes me feel like the princess that I obviously am. The group is one of a kind and without them I think I will be lost, my life at university would have been a totally different experience if they were not in my class, and I feel lucky to have met them all, but for now, we have one more year together, so all is not lost.

Last exam of the year, AND IT’S SUNNY! This only means one thing, lets ring Amber and we’re going to the beer garden! Yay, its summer and its wine o’clock the perfect combination in life, only one more thing left of year two to look forward too, class night out!

So it has arrived, it is the final night out, it’s time to celebrate as a group that we have finished our second year we have all worked so hard at, blow off the steam that we have held in for the last 9 months, and of course, drink more wine than we should be allowed too, not melly belly of course, I don’t think it’ll be approved of while she’s 8 months pregnant! Better luck next year, and of course Beccy is coming along for the ride, as an additional member and I’m sure she’ll drink Mel’s share of the wine no problem! First stop tea, and the wine is flowing already, there is only one way this is going to end, with a sick night bitches.

What happened last night? Dancing until 5 in the morning? ON A WEDNESDAY NIGHT? Hardcore until we die, but couldn’t have spent a better night with a better gang, I cannot wait until the third year, if this is how we go out in the second...