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The First-Second Day at Fontys.................2
Typical day at Fontys ..............................10
Study days at Fontys ..............................18
IT festivals Fontys ...................................26

The First–Second Day at Fontys

So, you basically imagine your first day at the university to be your actual first day, right? Yeah… I was thinking that too.

But nope. Not for me. My “first” day at Fontys was actually my second day. Why? Because when I showed up all excited to meet my new classmates, explore campus, and pretend I understood the schedule — I was told, “Oh… you’re not in any class yet.”

Excuse me?

The assistant looked at the system like they were trying to find me on Google Earth, then said:

I came back the next day, now slightly traumatized but still overly optimistic. I entered the classroom like I was sneaking into a movie I didn’t buy a ticket for. Everyone already knew each other. They were laughing, chatting, probably forming lifelong bonds — while I was the random new character awkwardly introduced in Season 2.

The teacher looked at me and said:

You must be Katerina! You weren’t here yesterday.

Technically, I was. But officially, I was a ghost.

The rest of the day went exactly how you’d expect:

A teacher called himself “Captain Bitwise” and explained binary using pizza. All I remember is that I got hungry and started wondering if Domino’s delivers to lecture halls.

Then a fire drill happened and I instinctively grabbed my bag, my laptop, my phone charger, two pens, and someone else’s banana. (If you’re reading this, sorry. It was survival.)

At the end of the day, I felt weirdly proud. Sure, it wasn’t technically my first day. But it was the one that counted.

So here’s to surviving your first-second day at Fontys. May your schedule make sense, your classmates remember your name and you can come to check your class before your actual First university day!

A typical day at Fontys

The day starts, as every great academic pursuit should—with a firm commitment to being 10 to 20 minutes late. Not because of traffic, no. Because coffee exists. You can’t just not get a cappuccino with that little heart shape in the foam. And if you’re not a smoker? You’re still morally obligated to stand next to the smokers like an unpaid therapist, nodding while they exhale existential dread and nicotine. It’s about friendship, not lungs.

Eventually, you stumble into the workshop—or as we fondly know it, “The Oil.” No one really knows why it’s called that. Maybe it’s because everything feels a bit slippery, especially after one coffee. You sit down, tap your laptop, blink once, and… ask.

When are we going home?
But plot twist: you got there 20 minutes ago.

Now comes the sacred ritual: feedback with the teacher. You nod thoughtfully while secretly wondering what’s for lunch. As soon as you're released, you make a tactical beeline to either Lidl, Hizmet, Subway, or the holy grail—R11. There, you embrace destiny and order the kip burger with chicken and ketchup. If you know, you know.

Bellies full and hearts happy, it's time to return to Fontys’ most iconic landmark: The Smoking Area.
Smokers smoke. Non-smokers stand around pretending to contemplate life but mostly scrolling TikTok.

Eventually, you head back to class—either to actually finish something or to start a grand tour of other floors where your friends reside. This inevitably turns into a spontaneous YAP session (Yet Another Procrastination), featuring topics like "Do we really need a degree?" and "Can you live on just kip burgers?"

Finally, with your soul slightly drained and your backpack somehow heavier than when you arrived, you head home. Fontys Day: Complete. So see you on the next day or on the next chapter of the book?!

Ah, study days. Just hearing those words triggers your inner overachiever. You imagine yourself chained to a desk, eyes glued to a textbook, caffeine IV drip in one arm, stress ball in the other, mentally preparing for 10 hours of uninterrupted academic suffering.

You walk in with your backpack full of notebooks, laptop charged, and heart full of dread—ready for the “study marathon.” But wait… what’s that smell? Is that… grilled sausages? Is someone playing music? Did someone just say “free drinks”?

Now... welcome to Fontys.
Plot twist: Fontys’ idea of a study day isn’t 8 hours of existential dread over PowerPoint slides. Nope. It’s more like:

One moment you’re mentally prepping for a group project, and the next you’re holding a plate of ribs, chatting about how “life is all about balance” while someone plays cornhole in the background. Group work? Only if it involves choosing between ketchup or mustard.

In conclusion: at Fontys, “study day” translates roughly to “vibe, grill, chill, and maybe open your laptop… but only if you need a coaster.”