I can still clearly recall the date: September 19, 2022. It all started at that point. I began my journey at Buckinghamshire New University on the day I moved in. One of the most life-changing periods of my life turned out to be what appeared to be the start of my time at university. It was my first time living independently, taking care of my finances, and entering adulthood. For me, BNU was more than just a university; it was the first significant step towards my independence. And I tasted it in all its forms.

My first year exceeded my expectations in every way. I made friends for life, some of whom lived with me. Despite having entirely different university schedules, we all managed to find our way to the kitchen at one in the morning, where laughter and conversation were as natural as the weather. I still clearly recall teaching them how to cook, including how to properly chop an onion without sobbing too much and how to prepare simple meals, and somehow, I ended up taking over as the apartment's designated cook. I adored it. The kitchen evolved into a place where we could relax, share playlists, dance as if no one was looking, and sing along to Punjabi songs loudly. It was no longer just a place where we cooked.

Our flat was constantly bustling with unexpected guests, last-minute plans, mutual hardships and uncontrollably loud, rib-cracking laughter. One minute we'd be on the floor sobbing from laughter, and the next we'd be having meaningful, in-depth talks. Even the difficulties, though, felt unique in some way.

At that time, I was also balancing a part-time job, my university coursework, and my PPL (Private Pilot Licence) training. I recall racing home to complete assignments after lectures and flight training. I enjoyed every hectic moment of it, even though it was a whirlwind. I was honoured to accept the position of Student Ambassador that year as well. It was tremendously fulfilling to represent BNU, assist new students, and be a part of something greater.

Also started spending late nights at the library. We would bring snacks, listen to our favourite study playlists, and take occasional breaks that occasionally descended into fits of laughter. Playing hide-and-seek in the library at midnight when no one else was there is one of my favourite memories. We received a reprimand once, but it was well worth it. The library served as more than just a place to study; it was also a place for us to play, socialise, and occasionally even receive therapy.

The second year was somewhat different. Although I didn't physically spend as much time at university because I lived off campus, the relationships and friendships I had already formed kept me in touch. In terms of university attendance, it was a slower year, but it was also a period of introspection, personal development, and learning how to manage additional obligations.

The third year then arrived, and what a roller coaster that was.

I was responsible for paying my own tuition since I was unable to access Student Finance. That meant going to university full-time and working two jobs. Because I just didn't have the time, there were weeks when I would only sleep one day. I remember catching the 6 AM train from Birmingham to High Wycombe, running straight to lectures with a coffee in hand and hope in my heart. Although it was the most demanding and taxing time in my life, it also strengthened me.

I never felt cut off, even though I commuted. I continued to have impromptu get-togethers, group projects, and late-night library sessions. My friends were my rock; they never failed to watch out for me, remind me to take breaks, and encourage me when times get hard. Even when life became busy, we managed to make memories.