It’s slowly dawning on me that I will not be returning to University. I have hung up my cap and gown (literally), walked away with my degree, and therefore have had to accept that my days as a student are now over. I find myself daily thinking about the good ole’ days, telling anyone who will listen about the antics we would get up to, sounding like a war veteran rather than a 21 year old. So, I thought I’d list a few things I miss the most about my Uni Days, in hope that other graduates will wipe away their tears and remember too.
1 – awkwardly turning up on your first day and telling everyone your name, where you’re from, and what A Levels you got.
2 – once that was out the way, proceeding to share all your secrets in a lewd game of ‘I’ve Never’, learning things you may not have wanted to know…
3 – going out to a totally new city with totally new people and having absolutely NO CONCEPT AT ALL of where you are.
4 – dressing up as Tinkerbell or something similar because hey, it’s Wednesday, and why not.
5 – realising just how thin your walls were in Halls. Keep it down, neighbour.
6 – eating noodles mixed with marmite and congratulating yourself at your innovative culinary skills.
7 – sleeping through that 9am lecture the day after Halloween as it isn’t acceptable – even at Uni – to go in with white face paint and fangs to a Postcolonialism seminar.
8 – going home from uni and realising what a luxury it is to walk around with bare feet and NOT have bits of food stick to you (ie. Uncooked noodles, stray chips, puddles of sticky vodka).
9 – the agony of walking into your flat after prinks. so many bottles. So little time.
10 – the elated happiness when your parents visit and do a food shop.
11 – losing days to Netflix.
12 – coming in from a night out and deciding you are Jamie Oliver.
13 – coming in from a night out and proceeding to continue the night. Everyone loves a sing song at 4am.
14 – going to see someone from Geordie Shore/TOWIE/Big Brother ‘DJ’ at your local Oceana. Never change.
15 – being disgusted at any local.
16 – the drama that occurred when picking rooms for a house.
17 – if you got the small room, the tears and the hushed arguments. Even the UN could not sort that shit out.
18 – the arctic winter of your uni house. Your fingers were cold, you could see your breath.
19 – only being able to do your work in bed due to the freezing temperatures…
20- …proceeding to ALWAYS falling asleep when doing work in bed.
21 – Discovering that there will always be one housemate who doesn’t do their washing up. Proceeding to consistently sigh when you see a lone, dirty butter knife in the sink. The struggle is real.
22 – having an exam but your housemates are going out. Having to be the girl who drinks coke all night and goes to bed at 10.
23 – knowing a clubs playlist off by heart. Forum Nottingham you know I’m talking to you.
24 – never acknowledging that one day, your student card will be taken away from you.
25 – never quite getting over the fact that some people have Northern accents. And will therefore sound different to you.
26 – being SO SO POOR but having a new outfit everytime you go out.
27 – surviving on the absolute bare minimum but not being any skinnier. Damn you alcohol.
28 – realising that when you hear ‘weeee like to drink with Louisa……’ you must down your drink. It’s the law.
29 – achieving anything higher than 40 being an absolute win on your behalf when at school you’d have been in floods of tears at anything lower than 60.
30 – fashion being a little different. If I want to wear a onesie to the uni shop, I will. Also, if I want to wear a crop top and a fedora to lectures about Sociolinguistics, I will. Haters gonna hate.
31 – sitting next to your best pal in silence on your laptops, apart from the occasional sigh or ‘OMG look what she’s wearing’ comment.
32 – Tesco Meal Deals saving your life on more than one occasion.
33 – hitting your head against your laptop as you write another pointless essay about some author and what he meant when he said ‘the sky was blue’. Maybe he just meant the sky was blue, EVER THOUGHT OF THAT???
34 – wanting to leave and join the real world and earn some money…..
35 – quickly realising that the real world is cold and poor and that university is a bubble that you should want to stay in FOREVER….so you do a masters. (kidding).
Freshers, I am oh-so-jealous of the adventures you are about to embark on. Graduates of 2014, let us cry into our jagerbombs. until next time (which I PROMISE WILL BE FASHION RELATED) xo