Yes, it took a reminder e-mail to guilt-trip me into posting this.
But overall, I'd say we can apply the rule most parents use once their kids have flown the nest:
As long as we don't hear anything, we can safely assume everything is alright.
(I think I might even have called my father once and he was so shocked he asked me five minutes what was wrong.)
So - yes! Uni is great!
It get's harder the further the term progresses (yes, I know, who'd have thought) - but it also gets a lot more fun.
You finally manage to swipe your student ID and walk through the gates in one swift motion without spilling your coffee. When people ask you where they can find the reception, you don't have to get a panicked expression anymore but can smoothly say: "You've just passed it." And you just know that you have time to go to the loo, get a sandwich and take the stairs instead of the lift, even though your lecture technically ends the second your seminar starts.
And I guess if I hadn't left it until Reading Week, then I also wouldn't have to write two essays just now - but alas, there was so much to do!
Going to a concert. Going to a silent disco. Doing the 15 essential readings for my presentation. Far too many movie nights. Library meetings. Taking a stroll through Kensington Gardens despite freezing temperatures. Shivering on the way back home from the cinema. Smiling.
Can't really do enough of that last one, though :)