Okay, I’ve finally done it. I have finally hit that stage where I can no longer endure University without ranting about it. I have officially became “one of them”.
So, none of you are aware of the fact that in September, I enrolled to university to study Animal Science & Welfare, and just like everyone else, I was excited. I enrolled, moved into my new accommodation, Freshers was awesome! ………………… annnddd then real-life began to kick in.
Now, there’s only so more immaturity I can bare within the space of six months. I may be sounding a little grumpy (well, I am!), but let me explain; first of all, there’s the people who you are bid to share a floor with. Yes, I’m fortunate to live in a room of my own, accompanied with the sweet solidarity of my en-suite, but it’s not enough to drown out the sound of blaring, irritating music at 4am on a constant basis. Now, I’m not being a Grinch here, but the music was so loud I’m sure I could feel the headache for the next day.
My time living with the Cave-Trolls has been an experience and a half. Some okay, some terrible. Nothing has seemed to be “amazing”, other than the fact that everyone like the shortbread I made. In short, student halls has been so frustrating, that I wonder why I even bothered in the first place. Yes, it’s an effective way to meet new people, but it’s also a good way to find out just how many noisy buggers can cram into one tiny kitchen. And to top that all off, it is SO. DAMN. EXPENSIVE.
You thought the £9k tuition fee a year was bad enough? Well, here’s another £1.5k A TERM to get you by, and that doesn’t include the £2.80 wash cycle and the £1.80 dryer (I can hear my mother sopping as we speak, for some clothes did not feel the sweet release of cleanliness).
Okay, so as per usual, none of this makes any sense, and my writing is far less sctuctured than usual as once again I’ve been awake for 24hours playing Super Smash Bros. rather than finishing off my work or adding the final tweaks to my novel (which should be done soon, I’ll keep you updated… if you ever care… please care I worked really hard on it), but you get the jist.
Now, some of you may not have stepped foot into Uni yet (or college), so please don’t let me put you off (you can do that yourself). No, University is great when done right, and clearly I didn’t do it the right way. I can see how this type of environment can be stimulating yet rewarding, if the shoe fits. If your degree is good, then bravo! If your living experience is just as good, then I envy you.
But seriously if your degree is any good please let me know, as I’m about one grammatical error away from locking a lecturer in with an agitated Chipmunk.