Halls of Residence

"After the nightmare of A levels, UCAS forms, clearing, loan applications,accommodation applications for places never even visited, bank accounts and the all-important overdraft to sort out, we finally set off in our car/removal van to 'sunny' Sheffield, passing on the motorway many cars full of middle-aged parents, teenagers, duvets and pillows.

A dry run had us at a definite advantage when finding Halls of Residence, parking spaces and all the necessary things needed on that first day.

It was with some trepidation that we entered our daughter's new home (for the next few months at least). After many trips to and from the car, and
with the help of some second year students, we were soon unloaded.

In a very short time the room began to look like a typical student's room.

Pretty soon, we were being introduced to many of the other first and second years living throughout the Halls and receiving a guided tour of the Hall.

It was very reassuring that the halls and rooms were secure and it seemed that there were many people available to help with any problems.

After unpacking we had a drive around the local area, which, because of the high student population has every amenity they would ever want.

It was also obvious that, although the city is buzzing with students everywhere, knowledge of public transport and a good pair of walking shoes is a must.

I felt very reassured after reading about how safe Sheffield is compared with other cities with a large student community.

Leaving was made easier once I had seen Sheffield for myself, and I had every intention of visiting again.

As I drove away I didn't feel at all as I had expected: I was excited and proud that she had achieved what she had been working for her whole life. She had become an 'adult'.

I could offer advice and help financially but as far as educational, spiritual and emotional development was concerned, I had done my job and I was excited
for her.

The first few weeks were hard at times. Although she was excited and trying everything out, daily phone calls or text messages helped a lot and feelings of homesickness were soon gone.

It was also reassuring that the transition between college and university, although new and scary to us, was well planned and routine for the people at the University.

There was a lot of help available at all times and plenty of support for both parents and students."

Janette Whitwood