I vividly remember my first day at University when I was 18-years-old: not just the terror and the excitement but also the sheer, crushing weight of people I didn’t know, and who didn’t know me.
Of course everyone was in the same boat and it wasn’t long before I had made new friends. When I think back, one of my firmest friends was a guy I met at the introductory session of my course on the very first day.
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