Well it's that time of year again! Orientation week take two.
Having been dragged back from my warm, large bedded, deliciously purple bedroom at home, back to my shoebox dorm room I am not feeling 100% delighted about the idea of facing a whole new bunch of people and a new uni session. As much as I love meeting new people, and don't get me wrong, this lot is lovely, there is something almost prison like about studying, sleeping and working in the same place. I get all torn up about what I want. When I am out, I want in, when I am in I want out, and when I am neither I want one of them. How sneaky.
