On my first day at university...

Funny you should mention Wilkos- I was very excited to DISCOVER Wilkos when I went to Uni- we didn't have them down here then!

I don't actually remember much about my first day (s) I remember being herded to the Sports Hall for an induction meeting- the only time I'd darken the door of the Sports Hall I hasten to add. I do remember my flatmate losing me during one of the Fresher's nights out and being locked out of our flat until I got back (that'll teach her to take a bag to put her keys in).

Would I do it differently? probably, I'd probably do an entirely different Undergrad course. I'd hopefully figure out before my final year that I was dyslexic and save myself a lot of stress and wondering what was wrong with me.

On my first day of my MA we had to get from the Strand Kings College buildings to the RADA buildings on Gower Street. A bunch of us who didn't know London got a bit lost, ended up in the dodgy bit of Soho...and went for Pizza instead. I often wonder if missing that evening of poetry readings is why I'm not more successful in life?

And to quote Groundhog Day if I had my time again I'd possibly have a lot more friends but also punch a lot of men.

Ah university. Whiling away the time on late nights, late mornings, gin and unsuitable men and every now and again popping in for a lesson or two. Oh the good old days.

I don't really remember my first day but I'm sure I looked scrumptious. I mean, these cheekbones were always there.

Would I do it differently? In the words of Dame Patsy Routledge in 'Darling of the Day', Not on your Nellie!

And to answer if I'd do anything differently - hell yes! I'd become a plumber 'cos they earn one heck of a lot more than I do, and don't even need to turn up for work half the time! (And when they do they do a lot of tutting and breathing out which seems easy money to me....)

We didn't have leavers hoodies back when I left school, we just scrawled our names and rude sketches all over each others' school shirts. I did ironically wear my secondary school uniform jumper for a while in my second year though. I remember hardly anything about my uni days, especially the early ones, but I do remember that the girl in the room opposite mine brought her boyfriend with her to live in her room even though he wasn't a student, and also that he came out less than two weeks into the new term but stayed living in that room all year anyway.

I don't suppose you're still in touch?  A phone number will do.

When you study English as a foreign language you tend not to learn certain expressions and "cheers mate" left me absolutely bewildered on my first day at uni. It took me days to realize it was both a "thanks" and a greeting.

There's lovely!

When you're from the lower orders, like wot I am, it's only really when you start mixing with people from a wide range of different backgrounds, like at university, that you realise words you have used forever, without thinking, aren't actually words, but dialect, specific to quite a small geographic area.

Butt's butt obviously. 

I'm just about to hit 5 years since my first day of University. My first day wasn't emotional or anything, I was excited! I had chatted to half my housemates on facebook before so I knew of them, and I showed up early to be the first one there so I wouldn't be the awkward final guy. We joined up with three other flats and had a party and went out later in the night and, to quote Donna in Mamma Mia "...".

I loved University, but in hindsight I would of switched courses to one a bit more in line with what I wanted to do. Also my final year was difficult personally, with the anniversary od a specific event coming up in two days that quite literally changed my life, so in hindsight, if I could of stopped speicifc things occuring in order to make that lifechanging thing not occur, I would go back to do that in a heartbeat. That is probably one of my biggest regrets.

Thanks danieljohnson14 and glasses for making me feel really, really old. I agree that time does fly far too fast. My final year, in particular, just raced by.

Ahem. Moment of dubious pride. I was at University at McGill when Facebook launched, and were were among the second wave of 'Elite' schools allowed into the first Facebook, back when not only did you have to have a University email address but one from a list of particular Universities. Of course all this kudos was offset by having exactly 5 friends...

Anyway back then all the cool kids were using MSN to message their flatmates in the next room.