Little fish big sea.

So I still haven't found my place yet, my niche, my rhythm. I lie here in bed while the wild events of tonight are just starting, running down the halls, yelling, laughing and of course drinking alcohol, copious amounts. I don't know what I'm doing to be honest. I'm I studying enough? I don't even know how to study! I'm almost scared to work hard. Maybe I've never had to work hard for something in my life. Mostly, subconsciously I'm probably afraid to fail. FAILURE. I don't want to work hard and then fail.

Some parts of this first week have been great, these little glimpses of what university could be like. The engaging HUBS lab, passionate lecturers, hearing interesting, intellectual conversations in passing etc. Though despite this I still feel like a little fish in a big sea, almost scared to swim. I really don't know what I'm doing!