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Halls of residence. The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.

Moving into Wulfstan (my halls of residence) was an exciting moment, start of my university adventure. It was the first time I’d lived away from home; I couldn’t wait to enjoy my new independence. Although it was a rather nervous moment, walking into a flat with 5 strangers you would spend the next year with, thinking back there are a lot of good memories there.