So this is it. I'm no longer a fresher... I finally have to start taking life a bit more seriously.
But fuccccck did we see off first year with a bang.
My last exam went reasonably, if not pretty well (even if the whole time I was just singing “What time is it” - High school musical, in my head), so already had a buzz off that. Headed back to the flat to collect the troops and our fabulous ten pound dingy, and off we set to the taf river.
As we approached the river I genuinely felt as if I was about to embark upon the biggest journey known to man. It was like I was going to sail down niagra falls or something, we were all taking it so seriously. So me and my rowing partner Chelle got into the river, whilst some of the girls stayed on the bridge and some on the side, to get maximum recording effect.
I felt like a celebrity: I was Steve Redgrave . A crowd of people even gathered, mainly twelve year old chavvy school kids and cheerful dog walkers, but still, it was a crowd of people there to support our daring endeavour. It was jokes, as we set off all these little children began to woop and cheer, for a few moments it repulsed me but then I thought, hey, go with it Amber, this is your moment in the spotlight. So off we sailed, not sinking, with our legs propped out of the boat to try and reduce the weight which we so clearly surpassed. And then we came to it, the little waterfall... thing. I whispered in a thrilling voice “This is it”, perfect movie moment. Then there was a bit of awkwardness... took a few minutes to get the dingy moving, as we kind of came to a standstill. But then it finally did, and it felt like we were zooming down it about 100 miles an hour (after watching the video it was most definitly more like 1 mile an hour), came to the edge, feared for my life... but no. We survived. We hit the river on the other side, and defeated the taf!
The night was even more ridiculous. Out we went in our barely there Baywatch outfits, after a sensational prelash to beat all prelashes.
We hit live lounge, got in the jagerbombs and tequila shots. I found myself on stage dancing and singing with the band... clearly it'd stuck in my head that today, I was a celebrity and should be admired and acknowledged by everyone.
The rest is history, and any recollections are in the form of absolutely jokes photographs. Woke up still mullered in the early hours of the morning, crawled into my friends room and climbed into bed with her, and that's where we stayed for most of the day, taking hourly trips to go feed our hangover. To many jokes things happened that night, all of which can stay firmly in Cardiff.
When it came to actually leave Talybont, it was so much harder than any of us thought. Many tears were shed, and I was the last one to leave. Although it was such a massive shit hole (we didn't have a living room, just some industrial kitchen with a canteen table and crappy chairs), I feel so attached to it. I've met some of the most fantastic people I could have ever dreamt of meeting, all I know will be my life long friends. I've completely changed as a person within those walls, and have a truck load of memories I will genuinely never forget. There is nothing I would change, absolutely nothing, I think we all made the utmost of our experience in Taly. I still feel sad that I'll never live there again, but really I'm lucky to have that feeling, it means I've done everything I could to make my first year so perfect. Buzzing for second year now, let the madness commence!
