I studied at UCLan in Preston. For anyone after an even deeper dive, here’s my longer honest take on the University of Central Lancashire. I finished a journalism course and stuck around for a while. So yes—I’ve done the 9 a.m. lectures, the wet walk to class, and the late nights in the library. I’ve watched the campus change too. New square. New student center. Same northern grit.
Did I love it every day? No. Did it push me? Yes. And that matters.
First Week: A Bit Messy, A Lot Friendly
I remember the first day. I got lost between tall glass buildings and older brick ones. A student in a red hoodie pointed me to the right room. That small kindness stuck.
Freshers’ Fair was loud and fun. I signed up for the media society, a film club, and a random dance class I never went to. Free pizza helped. So did the little talks from the SU staff. They told us where to go when stuff got tough. I needed that later.
Classes That Felt Real
My main classes lived in the Media Factory. We used a fake newsroom with real deadlines. It felt scary at first. My hands shook when I read my first piece out loud. I got better fast because feedback came quick and straight. No fluff.
We had a guest speaker from BBC Radio Lancashire who told us to “file clean and on time.” Simple rule. It changed how I write. I still hear it in my head.
The Library and Study Pods: My Second Home
The library saved me during exam weeks. It went 24/7 when we needed it. I lived in the quiet zone on level three. I booked study pods for group work. There was HDMI for slides, and the chairs didn’t squeak too much. On a cold night, that soft hum of laptops felt like company. Funny, right? But true.
Printing was a bit fussy on day one. After that, smooth sailing.
Fitness, Sweat, and Rain
I used the Sir Tom Finney Sports Centre for classes and a quick gym session. It wasn’t fancy, but it did the job. I tried a women’s futsal session once. I ran like a puppy on ice. Still had a blast.
There’s also the big sports arena a bus ride away with pitches and a track. Windy as anything on some days. Bring a hat. Trust me.
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Preston: Small City, Strong Heart
Preston isn’t flashy. But it’s real and affordable. Friargate has cheap eats. I grabbed jerk chicken at Coco’s Soul Food more times than I can count. Jaffa did me right when I craved shawarma. When friends visited, we'd splurge on a taxi to The Three Fishes for locally sourced plates that showed off proper Lancashire flavours. If you want a wider lens on how the campus slots into the county itself, this candid piece on UCLan in Lancashire spells it out. If you’d rather see the official take, UCLan has put together a concise guide that covers costs, community, and the day-to-day vibe of student life in Preston. On good days, I walked to Avenham Park with a coffee and sat by the river. On bad days, I walked there anyway.
Nights out? Warehouse had sticky floors and good memories. Roper Hall was hit or miss, but the pool tables worked. Sundays were quiet, which helped me reset.
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Trains from Preston Station got me to Manchester fast and to Blackpool when the sun actually showed up. Those breezy rides always reminded me of a week in Lancashire that smelled like sea air and warm pies. Stagecoach buses were… fine. Late now and then. Okay, often.
Housing: Two Places, Two Lessons
Year one, I stayed in a uni-managed flat near Moor Lane. Small room. Decent kitchen. Thin walls. I learned to love earplugs and group cleaning rotas. Year two, I moved to a terrace house off Fylde Road with two classmates. Old carpets. Warm sofa. Landlord who showed up with a toolbox and a smile. It felt like a home. For anyone scouting future digs, the university’s student accommodation guide breaks down price, location, and amenities in plain English.
Money Stuff: Work Helps
I picked up a part-time shift at the SU café during events. Nothing fancy—coffee, muffins, fast hands. It paid for my weekly shop and a lot of oat milk. Careers staff helped tidy my CV in ten minutes. That ten minutes got me an interview.
Real-World Practice
I did a two-week stint at the Lancashire Post. My editor circled my passive verbs and said, “Say who did it.” It stung. It worked. That short placement gave me clips I still send out.
What Bugged Me
- Admin emails sometimes took ages.
- Timetables changed last minute once or twice.
- Some older rooms got cold in winter. Bring a jumper.
- City feels quiet if you want big, bright, and loud every night.
What I Loved
- Staff who knew my name and cared about my work.
- The Media Factory gear and hands-on teaching.
- The library’s calm zones and easy bookings.
- Avenham Park walks that saved my brain.
- A campus that’s easy to cross on foot.
- Food that didn’t wreck my budget.
Small Things That Matter
- The new student square felt open and kind of proud.
- I met two best friends at a society stall. We still talk every week.
- I cried after my first seminar, then laughed an hour later in the SU. Both happened. Both were okay.
Quick Tips If You’re Headed There
- Get a railcard. Trains add up.
- Book study rooms early in exam season.
- Pack a waterproof. Then thank me later.
- Join one society early, and actually show up.
- Use careers support before you need it.
- Keep snacks in your bag. Classes run long.
So… Would I Choose UCLan Again?
Yes. Not because it’s perfect. It’s not. But it’s real. It gave me skills that stick, people who care, and a city that grows on you. You know what? That’s enough—and more than enough on most days.