When first looking around at universities this time last year, I was convinced that I was going to go to a larger university. I came to the conclusion that these places would have more to offer in terms of night life, boys, shopping, fancy restaurants and more boys – all the important things of course.
So after my intensive search of a grand total of one university, I set my heart on my home town’s local uni – Kent – because I am a bit of a home girl. To study law I needed to get the grades of ABB which seemed do-able and a target I didn’t mind aiming for, I would live at home instead of campus to save money. I seemed to have it all sorted. How times change..
A-levels crept up and ABB didn’t seem that obtainable, Law seemed less appealing, living at home seemed even less appealing that I moved out seven months prematurely and even the night-life and boy factors didn’t seem that important anymore.
In a moment of distress I went to stay with my cousin who is now a third year student here at Winchester. As she went to work and I was suffering from severe boredom, I decided to go for a walk. Winchester seemed utterly dull. No-one was around, there were loads of trees in place of what I willed to be interesting buildings, massive houses that I could never afford. I stumbled across a sign pointing towards ‘University Open Day’ and thought, hey why not?.
As I walked down the lane past Beech Glad and Medecroft I came face to face with the Student Union building and was amazed. Captivated even. It was a very interesting building, seemed to have potential night life and just generally had a good feel to it.
I went back home, logged on to UCAS, did a bit of editing and suddenly I was opted and getting offers to study Journalism and Law (of course this later changed to Events Management and Journalism as I found Law never was and never will be the track for me). Winchester became my firm, and only choice and now here I am, reveling in the fact that I have made the best decision ever. Even the 7:1 ration of girls to boys doesn’t bother me as back home I have an amazing fiancé who’s hopefully going to join me next year to study.
Furthermore, my initial impression that Winchester was a place for no-one under the age of fifty and that night owls weren’t welcome has been completely shot out of the park. This was confirmed Thursday night when me and my housemates decided to go for a walk at 10pm and arrived back home three hours later after walking around the city and seeing it in all it’s glory including the River with the moonlight reflecting off of it romantically, the Cathedral surrounded by mist and the town all lit up.
All off this just confirms one strong belief I have – first impressions really mean nothing at all as often they’re decided by a biased or close mind. But once you open your minds and thoughts to the possibilities of something being the exact opposite, you can make a properly evaluated decision on them. I did this for Winchester and this month has made me realised that I don’t want to be anywhere else.
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