Here it is. Your second year of University. You already know you're gonna conquer this year, you enjoyed the hell out of First Year, it was one of the best years of your life, and from it you've grown and become a much more confident and stronger person. You've experienced the night life, done half decent in your coursework/essays, and have experienced living with other people who you now have a house with. You're stepping up your game this year - everything counts. Let's see where the road takes us, hmm?

Already you're bombarded with a workload, tons of assignment deadlines (which are in for the next month) and all this time you're being told everything counts and if you do bad this year - you're screwed. So you head back to your shiny new house about two minutes away from Uni to see your set of bills. You only just got your student loan in, and now this? Not good. Almost a grand is going to leave your account and you've not even spent a dime yet. 

But hold on, that's fine? You've still got plenty of coin to spend tonight. So, you and your house mates go out and grab some booze ready for a house party you've been invited too. But when you get there, something feels strange. It's as if everything has changed, and things are different. You try to get rid of the thoughts from your head... it's Freshers afterall! You're gonna teach those first years a thing or two about how to drink in your city of study. And as soon as you get to the club, you enjoy yourself. Nothing, quite literally nothing can ruin your time. But again, that feeling returns. Something really isn't right here, and you can't place it, but you're drunk so who cares right?

The next morning, whilst feeling extremely hungover, the discussion of last night's events with your housemates is short-lived. It doesn't seem right that nobody is have a decent or eventful chat about it. Everyone heads to Uni and you do to, and when your mate asks if you'll be going out tonight, you immediately say yes. Something didn't feel right about last night, so you want to do it again but without that backdrop of uncertainty. But when you do, you realise it's the same thing again, and you get bored, super quickly. So do your whole house, so you call it a night at about 1am and grab some cheesy chips. Soon enough it clicks: you have a 9am lecture tomorrow.

On what you know is the most common student night of the week and weeks to come, you forgot that your important 9am lectures are the day after. And that day you're flat out knackered, even though you left at 1am? Then again, you didn't get to bed until 2am, and on a good night it would usually be later... this lecture is boring, and you know you chose the wrong module. But you have to get your money's worth out of University... but come on, this sucks! Everything just feels different, and not in a good way.

You go home and realise Second Year is different. You don't have the same feeling anymore as you did in First Year, you're not new anymore. Your responsibilities have escalated, this isn't a year to just be casual with. You can't go out without feeling bored, you can't go to Uni without being bored and your home just isn't halls. Second Year is gonna slug along, and you know Third Year could be the same... welcome back.