When you find yourself at a crossroads, wondering where life will take you as you approach what appears to be an important time the urge to panic more than sets in. As I encounter life going into my final year as an English student i am realising that more often than not i find myself daydreaming about what could be, where life will take me, the great unknown hopefully. Yet what struck me today was that already i have learnt many comic things that only university can teach you. For instance how to pull off a Bridget Jones costume in winter, yes i mean just the pants and only the pants, how to deal with university dating (which usually consists of five pints of snakebite, a conversation over a cigarette, and a stumble home...) and further still how not to get yourself home after one too many dressed as a zombie nurse at five a.m. (finding oneself shoeless covered in red food colouring with backcombed hair in a keebab shop is never a good look). So here are the musings and ponderings of University and The Single Girl.
As i look back over the last two years as a student it would appear that the majority of stories that frequent dinner tables and conversations are the products of large amounts of Snakebite...never underestimate the power of this potent, mighty pink drink. It makes you have super extra special beer goggles, somehow you wake up the next morning with crimson stains all over your clothes and a very special type of hangover that no amount of bacon or orange juice will cure. When i first came to university i was the typical quiet timid type, not quite sure of who i really was or where i would fit in, like most i'm still drifting. The library for me was and still is a sanctury, never before had i been surrounded by so many books covering specific points of interest. I remember being mesmerized by one book in particular, the first book i ever checked out, yet like an amateur i had no clue of how to do so. Walking around dazed and confused is never fun sober let alone after a bottle or two of wine at the Student Union. Life as a single girl at Uni is all about these moments, the ups and downs, the stories that shouldn't be repeated but will be, the ponderings and questions that are often brought up along the way. For example my good friend, let's call him mark* for now asked myself and a group of girls why girls he found at Uni were interested in chasing Mr One Night Stand (guys that will perpetually charm but never deliever) instead of the nice boys, the dependable types who will bring you flowers and who your Mother would love. So with the 'Mr One Night Stands', 'Nice Boys', concotions of Marloboro's, Vodka, Snakebite, and books are we the Bridget Jones generation or have we got it sussed? Let's find out.
*Mark features in several stories and is always waiting in the wings disaster after disaster...he now often refers to me as Bridget and will do so for many years to come.
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