My first day at uni was strange, which is not uncommon. My parents had set off at an ungodly hour 'to miss the traffic' on the M1, which we managed, and in fact, only saw one other car stuffed with king-size quilt and weedy pot plant on the way to Leeds. I'd lugged all my boxes up the three flights, my parents had said goodbye and I was left in my new room (which had a slight hospital look about it); bare except for the electrical equipment my dad had to plug in before he left, all before 10am, with barely anyone else in the entire complex.People gradually arrived, and with nothing else to do, I went round knocking on everyone's door in my building, gathering people a la Pied Piper of Hamlin as I went and met two of my best friends like this (although I suppose I had thirty two foul attempts!). This is definitely a good ice breaker though, and if you feel nervous, remember, everyone else does too, so just try to be chatty and friendly. It also gave me a lot of people to talk to that night, at the first drink in the hall bar. Meeting six hundred in one go definitely makes you overwhelmed by names, and most I'll never remember, but it all starts somewhere, and from experience, it's usually in the bar!Hall social is good preparation for Fresher's Ball, obligatory drunken night with thousands of other freshers, a few third year letches (you'll start to recognise them), and terrible 80's throwback (we had Chesney Hawks). A good idea is to get your parents to pay for the tickets before they go, in a specially crafted, 'I'd like to go, but I'm going to have to be careful with my money' kind of way, that becomes fairly tired by the end of the second year.