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I can’t believe it was three years ago that I started an incredible journey here in Bournemouth. I have met too many wonderful people I’m oblivious to how much time I’ve actually got left. Embarking on this part of my life has taught me so many new things; I have made so many strong bonds and made some existing bonds stronger. I can honestly say that this last academic year has been the best thus far. Although I’ve had the time of my life here it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows to begin with.


With time, come new experiences and memories. Boy have I experienced a lot , and made memories since moving out here in 2010. At first I was extremely excited finally getting out on my own and living an independent life relying on my own choices. I couldn’t wait to get away and live my own life in a new town. It was like having a fresh new start. I remember the summer before hand, “Just the way you are” by Bruno Mars was released, Call of Duty: Black Ops was being promoted and Glee was just starting its 2nd season. My gosh, that stuff doesn’t seem that long ago.

The beginning of first year was fun for most part. Until it started to dawn on me that I’m actually missing home. Such a massive culture shock, to say the least. The most annoying things I hated about home was suddenly the stuff I missed the most. Family yelling, dogs randomly barking at night and stereo typical Filipino behaviour. It almost made me break down a couple of times knowing that I’ am starting something completely on my own. My chosen course was fine to say the least. I didn’t really have expectations of it. The work load was tolerable. However, the level of standard was a surprise. I had to learn very quickly that they expected higher quality of work, and this is no joke.

Even though I was feeling down from being away from home, that didn’t stop first year from being filled with major events. One that sticks out most is also the worst thing that’s happened during my time in uni. It was the day I had an accident on my bike. To put it short I fell off my bike and landed weirdly on my ankle. It was painful. My shoe flew off my foot and got ran over by an M1(bus service). Wasn’t happy. To make matters worse it happened in an overly crowded public area, in the town square of Bournemouth, at the bus station. So not only was I in a lot of pain and embarrassed about my shoe, but also had hundreds of people watching me. The only person that helped me was a bus manager conducting the traffic. She phoned an ambulance because within 2 mins my ankle became massively swollen like an apple and was so painful to walk on. This wasn’t a good day. I had to leave my bike in town as I was driven to the hospital. After getting there and having my foot scanned they told me all I had was a sprained ankle. -_- it took them 6 hours to tell me this. When it was done I had no way of getting home because I had no money for a cab or bus. I had to get one of my best friends to come meet me somewhere in Boscombe to help me back to hers at 1 am. Worst day ever. On the plus side I’ve still got the crutches still hidden in my loft at home.


That best friend eventually became my house mate and still is to this date. I remember house hunting with her in February 2011 and immediately liking the house we still live in today. First we had a look at the upstairs apartment and it was too good. However we didn’t go for that one because it was upstairs, we came to the conclusion of no taking it because we were too lazy to walk up and down the stairs everyday… we thought about it long and hard ;). We decided to have a look at the downstairs apartment and it was divine. The picture beneath is a image I stole from Google of the house. It doesn’t look like much on the outside, but you know what they say, “it’s what’s inside that counts”. It really is a good little flat. Roughly around the same time I was experiencing some personal issues which she helped me through. I can’t thank her enough for that.

house gerald road

This phase in my life also made university a little bit harder to cope with. To help me get my mind off of these issues I decided to learn guitar. I was always interested in playing an instrument from a young age and was always attracted to the guitar. I just think it, and still do, looks so cool. Since then I have been on and off on playing it. If I kept playing it from first year I would be probably be as good as my younger cousin. She could probably be a teacher. Yep first year was full of surprises.


One of which took place on a bus sometime in March 2011. My day in uni had just ended so I was typically heading home. The bus was pretty packed out so I headed to the back for a seat. As I sat down the lad behind gave me an evil look. I thought nothing of it but boy was i in for a surprise. Out of no where he threw my hat across the bus….. I was shocked. I asked him “what the hell was that” and he replied with “take that hat off!!”….. are you kidding me??? I didn’t ask for your approval on my clothing mate. As  matter of fact you don’t see me getting offended by the chavvy tracksuit crap your wearing. The argument escalated to me being ganged up on and being racially insulted in front of an audience packing out this bus. One little old lady tried sticking up for me but got told to “SHUT THE F*CK UP and mind your own business” by one of the lads…. real classy dude. Any ways, it ended with the bus driver kicking them off. That was by far one of the most “interesting” things that have happened to me whilst being a student here.


To end first year on a good note, the day I moved back to Essex at the end of the term was the day I got Jen…. My first car :’). Looked exactly like the one underneath except it had the word NISSAN plastered across the front window. You can tell my dad got it somewhere in Essex. Such a chavvy accessory. If I wasn’t short I wouldn’t be able to drive that car because I would have had a massive N blinding my sight. Never the less I loved that I finally had a set of wheels to hit the road. First year had a lot of good and bad to say the least.

nissan jen

To sum it up, my first year at Bournemouth University wasn’t what I expected. However, as humans we sometimes give ourselves expectations that reality can’t deliver. Yes I had fun, but I still felt out of place. I felt a bit alone. I think it was because I still needed to grow up a bit more and I wasn’t as independent and mature as I thought I was. It finally made me appreciate the value of family. Before moving out I wasn’t as connected to my familia as I’ am now. I can truly say the absence of them was a real impact on my emotional and mental attitude towards family and it’s importance. First year also taught me I was still learning as a person. Even though it was tough to get used to, I did it, and it went by so quickly. Also, I have learnt that life has it’s surprises, good and bad. We just have to enjoy the good ones, and learn from the bad ones. Second year was no different. However I think it went faster….


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