Candyfloss Hill Diary

University

Dear Diary,
They are all idiots here. I came on the nineteenth I packed a large Kitty head Bag and a large fluffy cloud backpack, had my pink resin chain bag hanging off haphazardly off the front of my neck. I looked like a very nice homeless person, but what I was in actual fact was a very annoyed student on move in day.
Both my parents were away on business trips so they left me a few microwave meals and a supersized nutrient bar pack for the first week of uni, which would actually be my induction week. Therefore, I waited at the bus stop that would take me into the city accommodations at nine. I got there half an hour early and waited. Then it started raining, there was no roof to the bus stop were I lived, in the countryside. I stood there freezing my butt off drenched in water already, then the bus came late and soaked me with more water that had settled in a pool on the road. Soaking wet I boarded the bus. My wet shaking hands giving the driver the money. I was in a right state, so much so, that everyone in the bus looked up slightly alarmed at my presence.
The bus got into the city at ten, and I couldn't work out the bus I need to get with all the downpour in my eyes, so I trekked it all the way to the accommodation site, which luckily I had already learned the location roughly on foot. I went through the gate and into the staff office there to get my key, the women wanted my documents, so I laughed off my big bags and searched through my little purse. After I got the key I picked up my heavy bags and trekked it to the building block C, which luckily happened to have an elevator to the fourth floor, where my studio flat was located.
I unpacked my stuff and locked the door, rubbing my hand as I went because I'd mangled it ever so slightly in the heavy
Industrial doors coming in. Luckily everything was there that I needed, a bed an ample sized fridge freezer, and loads of vastly empty cupboards, a small sized desk and an annoying icky office chair, which I definitely did not want. It was sticky and covered with old chewing gum and plasters. ICK.
I pulled out the natural cleaning sprays and disinfectant wipes from my cloud backpack and started spraying everything down, including everything in the en-suite bathroom, which was near the kitchen, but just by the entrance to the studio flat. I was determined to make the space lovable and livable to my standards. Which were extremely high, especially where hygiene was concerned, though I just think that's a letter of common sense. There's no virtue in living in a dirty space. ICK.
I started sneezing half way through my cleaning process, I put one of my scrubs down and realised I was starting with a cold from the all the rain. Plus, I hadn't eaten since breakfast, and I only managed a slice of toast and butter before I had had to run, more like limp with all my baggage, for the bus.
So, I was going to quickly finish cleaning when I happened to see some random sheets of A3 paper, which had been pushed down the side of the bed. I heaved it all out and put it outside with my black bag of cleaning rubbish, spraying everything as I went. I was and still am disgusted that no one had checked the room properly, before the new students came to stay, you'd think it would be a safety policy to do so properly.
Like I said, I care a LOT about cleanliness. But ICK. I then spent several minutes cleaning and clearing and sneezing, a lot, and intently thinking of how I could sue the accommodation as I went.
Anyway, after all that, I showered quickly and had a cup of milky tea, and then I set about to put my bits and bobs in the drawers. When everything was pulled out and stuffed / folded into drawers, I had another cup of tea from my flask, that tasted slightly of plastic and swigged down my multi vitamins and one extra vitamin C tablet. Just in case I was catching something already. I wouldn't want my first day to be sullied by a twelve hour sneezing fit and puffy red eyes.
At five pm I decided to have dinner, after I read a few chapter of my book and aired out the apartment, which is because I noticed it had started getting super chilly.
I put one of my ready meals in the microwave and when it stopped I didn't realise, because a weird humming noise got louder and louder. Then I realised it was was some infernal racket coming from the studio flat next to mine. Wow, I thought incensed, if they think that kind of generic dour music deserves to be played so loudly then they must be dim witted individuals indeed. Which was a great welcome.
Not feeling like greeting my idiot neighbours, I decide to eat in silence whilst I planned my moves for the following day, tomorrow being the first induction tutorial of the academic year.
However, the time ticked on and I had already read and color coded my timetable, mini campus map and bus route timetable. I gradually got bored and fidgety, wondering about everything and feeling slightly lonely.
So I decided to take a walk in the chill evening air.
I left the flat hugging my fluffy black coat neatly like a bear and walked the small and dismal accommodation grounds all the way up to the main road, spotting the bus stop for tomorrow I headed back to my flat. So I went through the gates once more and up the lift to my flat. Instead of opening my flat like I normally would I endeavoured to see if I had any nice neighbours on my floor. I knocked several doors a few times but I received no response from their occupants. The noises flat was similarly non responsive and the music had stopped, thankfully. Then, I decided to try the last door again, the one that is opposite my flat in the long grey blue corridor. Sharp shuffles from inside I could hear suddenly, and then a young man opened it up, obviously high on some kind of illegal substance. Great I thought. Just what I want from my first neighbour, as I start an independent life, living entirely alone.
He gave me a dopey grin and muttered something incorrigible and derogatory about his friend behind him, who was obviously the real occupant. His friend pushed passed him and leaned forward stretching a sweaty paw of a hand toward me for a handshake, which I took graciously, trying to make the best of this weird and awkward first encounter.
He said some pleasentries whilst staring intently at me, he had obviously been coached to give an maintain absolute eye contact, which was almost too funny to bear. I coughed back my way to a serious, but friendly expression. Then he ended with something about meeting again and something I didn't quite get, and then he finished with 'Bye, I'll see you around.' in a flirtatious way, his piercing deep set blue eyes still staring at me intently.
And then I bid him farewell as friendly as I could and casually I walked back across to my room, fumbling around with my keys for several minutes before I could get the dratted door to open.
So that was fun. And to that I shall end my entry; I need to get up early tomorrow for my first day. It'll take at least an hour to do my hair in french braids, because I'm hopeless at it.
Lots of love,
Aurora xx