Despite all the tearful goodbyes to parents and general awkwardness of freshers week, we must all admit that we are nostalgic for that time.

There was a certain independence in it all: feeling rebellious for going to Tesco at 10pm, having a shower late at night, or literally any other normal day activity made more exciting because we were finally allowed to do it at night.

Nevertheless, the novelty of some of these things wears off quickly after freshers week.

Here is a list of things we’re all afraid to say that we dread throughout every day of student life: “My name is … and I study…”. I don’t care and neither do you.

Am I allowed to admit that yet? There have been times over my three years at university where I’ve thought about keeping business cards on me, so I don’t have to go through these facts.

I am guilty of asking these questions at the pub and then feeling like a job interviewer or social worker, I must confess.

But now we’re both going to have to awkwardly wave at each other until we graduate because we’ve already forgotten each other’s names.

The perishability of food.

I don’t think this was ever a fun part of student life, but it was something that made me feel like Greta Thunberg when I would refuse to throw something out immediately after its best before date.

Lorax-level care for the environment.

I don’t understand why things go sour so quickly though. I could open a jar of pesto one day, and the next day it’ll have eyes and fingernails! Speaking of pesto, I feel the need to say that pesto pasta gets boring pretty quickly after freshers.

I won’t say it though, because it remains one of the only things I can actually cook.

Moving swiftly on, flat behaviour charts.

We’ve all done it, and if you haven’t then your flatmates obviously enter the kitchen on a one-in-one out system.

There’s something about arts and crafts that seems to bring us together as first years.

Those charts are never used more than three weeks however; maybe you’ll use it a couple of times in lieu of a passive-aggressive message on the group-chat about food in the sink.

Sticking posters back up that constantly fall. Need I say more?

You could have the worst seminar of your life, only to come home and find an array of 90s bands strewn across the floor. It’s like Sisyphus versus his boulder except it’s me versus white tac.

Freshers flu.

You’re probably thinking of flat fire alarms. You’re wrong.

It will always be interesting to see whose shower got interrupted, who was asleep, and who’s looking guilty.

It’s one big game of Cluedo for those with the eyes to see.

This might ruffle some feathers: Minion-themed socials. I don’t even own any yellow clothes.

I will be washing yellow paint out of my ‘baboi’ for weeks.

You do get street-cred if you rock up dressed as Gru, but that does mean you have to go to YOLO with a bald-cap on.

The choice is yours. The craziest thing is that no matter how monotonous things get, or no matter how many times our friends must drag us out kicking and screaming to a 9am, we’re going to miss all of this desperately in a couple of years.

So why not find the humour in all of it? What will never get boring though? A trip to Spoons…