My first month as a Sheffield student

If I had to sum up my feelings about moving to Sheffield, I’d say I was hopeful but nervous. Excited but terrified. Exciterrified.

Starting my shiny new course, English and Theatre, was a brilliant prospect, but meeting my flatmates, cooking for myself and the inevitability of getting lost gave me the same feeling of dread I get when a friend drags me onto a rollercoaster. You know the first drop might be scary, but you hope the experience is worth it. Continue reading