RECAP: first year at university – personal

Done. Period. Complete. Guys, I cannot believe it, but I’m done with my first year at university. So much has happened last year: new school, new friends, new experiences. Sky high moments, but also those deep lows. Stress, joy, tears of being so freaking done with everything to tears of laughter. There’s only one way for me to grasp it all: by recapping this past year. Today is the last part in this series: we’re getting personal.

I’m a pretty serious student, if I have to say so myself. I’m always striving to get A’s and to learn as much as possible. As Laurie Penny once said: ‘Education isn’t a gun held to your head: it’s a weapon in your hands.’ At times, however, there was another gun held to my head: my health.

At the end of October, I learned that overworking yourself is really bad. I fell ill, but constantly felt the need to go on. It took me a while to recover, but it helped me grow as a person. I learned the hard way that health always comes first.
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RECAP: first year at university – friends

Done. Period. Complete. Guys, I cannot believe it, but I’m done with my first year at university. So much has happened last year: new school, new friends, new experiences. Sky high moments, but also those deep lows. Stress, joy, tears of being so freaking done with everything to tears of laughter. There’s only one way for me to grasp it all: by recapping this past year. Today is time for part time: friends.


I wish I could say that the introduction week my university hosted near the end of August helped me make lifelong friends, but that means that I’d be lying. Around 12 girls, two juniors who acted as mentors and a week of getting to know eachother. I expected to talk to them all, form friendships over random things and basically just have the time of my life. Wrong. I met two lovely people in my group (whom I’m still friends with, they’re truly awesome), but the others weren’t really my cup of tea, to say it in a very polite manner.

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RECAP: First year at university – courses

Done. Period. Complete. Guys, I cannot believe it, but I’m done with my first year at university. So much has happened last year: new school, new friends, new experiences. Sky high moments, but also those deep lows. Stress, joy, tears of being so freaking done with everything to tears of laughter. There’s only one way for me to grasp it all: by recapping this past year. Today is time for part one: the courses

I started the year with two courses I was quite fond of: a workgroup in which we got introduced to the academic field and an introduction to the communication sciences. It was a bit hard for me to get into my studyflow again, because after working fulltime for three months and enjoying summer you truly start as a tabula rasa again, a blank slate.

When november came around, these former courses were replaced by interpersonal communication and methodology. Interesting? Yes. My cup of tea? No.
Already being in a festive mood, but having to do two exams isn’t really the nicest way to look forward to the long awaited Christmas break, but I managed to get through with it. By the way, did I tell you Dutch uni students only get two weeks off with Christmas and seven during the summer? I’m still baffled by how some people get five months off in total. Me? Jealous? Nooooooo…. (Yes)
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The joys of being a communication student – presentations

Presentations. Some will love giving them, other people would rather fake being sick just so they don’t have to do them. These people often think that they’re not good enough at talking or entertaining an audience. Don’t worry, it’s something that is easily learned.

Fear no more, because as a communication student I come across dozens of helpful videos, bar charts and articles when it comes to acing a presentation. This one might be a personal fave and I’d suggest watching this if you want a funny and good insight of what a succesful presentation consists of.

Now it’s time for me to excuse myself, I have a presentation to prepare. May this video send good vibes to me.

5 reasons why I love my major with my entire heart – and why you might love it too!

Whenever I tell people that I study communication sciences at a Dutch university, I always get weird looks from people saying that it’s a pointless major, there are no job opportunities and that it shouldn’t even be considered a university degree since ‘communication can’t be learned, it’s something you do’, at least, according to them. People like this just can’t comprehend how my major can be fun, challenging and loved with my entire heart. Below are five reasons why I love it so much.

1. You start to understand yourself more
It sounds cheesy, I know, but after I started studying this, I noticed that I started to understand myself more. I now focus a lot more on the way I speak, on the non-verbal communication I do, on the way I communicate my thoughts with people through language. I found out I’m more extrovert than I thought and that writing clears my head so much. They say university helps you grow as a person, but I think this major helped me grow twice as much already.
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Tipsy students

One advantage of not really liking alcohol is being able to observe tipsy students. To be quite honest, these students belong to a demographic I’d like to avoid, but every now and then I make an exception.

A while ago, my friends asked (read: slightly forced) me to go to an informal drinks night our student association hosted. The wine, which smelled like vinegar, was served in those typical free paper cups. Very student-like, right?

‘I’d take a Fanta.’

One thing led to another and after 30 minutes I was playing along in some weird drinking game with seven slightly intimidating students.

‘Pamela, I give you five sips.’ A boy looked at my cup, waiting for me to take a sip. I brought the cup to my lips and drank. They all knew I didn’t drink, but I was wondering if they hadn’t forgotten it already.

Two hours later, I decided it was time for me to cycle home again, but just as I was preparing to leave, the ‘five sips boy’ stopped me and said: ‘How can you tolerate alcohol so well?’ A smile started to form on my lips as I gave him my cup, which contained a remainder of my fizzy drink. All he did was laugh, not being able to fully comprehend it all.

Sometimes, watching tipsy students can be fun, especially when you’re the one who’s sober.