Confessions of a Student - Part 13

This will be the last part of 'Confessions', as my Uni semester is now over, and I have to get things back to normal at home. If there's enough demand for it, I may start a new 'diary' for next semester, but I probably won't - I've done what I wanted with this, and it's time to do something else. But first, I'd like to thank everybody who read and reviewed this. All seven of you. Thank you all!!!


Week 13 - 17/12/2001 - I am going for a walk... I may be some time...


Well, here we are. My first term at University is finished, and I'm still here! I was expecting to get some kind of letter saying "Sorry, we think we made a mistake. Maybe you shouldn't be here, after all..." Either the post is delayed, or I'm not as lazy as they keep saying. But it is the run-up to Christmas, so they do say to expect postal delays... My letter of doom may still be on the way...

Needless to say, this last week led to even more parties than the week before. Christmas gives us many things, and the greatest of these is a perfect excuse to have a party! I've been to three already, and another is on tomorrow night. I went to one party where we had vodka jelly, rum, tequila, pina colada, sex on the beach, and a large selection of other drinks I didn't get around to sampling. There were about a dozen of us there, all fresh from finishing their last lessons of the term. We were in for a good night!

Nothing special really happened at this party. Lots of fun, of course, and a fair amount of drinking. Our first casualty of the evening was at about 11.45, and he spent the next half hour speaking on the white telephone. Messy, but quite expected. People were running around, spilling drinks, shouting their heads off, and generally getting very merry indeed. It was a fantastic party, and I'm glad I went.

Trouble is, at the end I had to get back to my flat. After missing the last train back. At about 1.30am. The party that night was a very, very long way from my place, so it was past 4am by the time I made it home. I managed to get a bus part of the way, but I reckon I still walked at least 4-5 miles. I need to learn to get the train back, no matter how much drink is left... Walking the streets at that time of night could get very hazardous to my health.

This has become quite an ordinary practice, which means that soon my friends and I will most likely be able to find our way from any part of town to our flat soon! Well, we would if we were ever sober enough to remember the way... We seem to spend more time looking for our flat than we spend in it! It can't be much longer until we all forget where it is, and have to start sleeping on the streets. Mind you, that would have us a packet on rent...

I'm back at home now, which means I can go back to drinking myself into a stupor in more comfortable, familiar surroundings. The local pubs have been put on full alert, as have the emergency services and all nearby fast food establishments. I am fairly certain that my friends intend to get me ferociously drunk to celebrate my return, so I felt it only fair to warn anyone who may have to get involved. If you see a drunk body on a midnight train to Glasgow with his hands tied, then please wake me up before I get there!

It feels good to get away from University. Of course, I do still have my next set of assignments hanging over my head... I feel like some French guy under the guillotine... I really should start them, but I've only just got away from the place, so I'd like to forget about it for a few days, at least! I know many people will have put in an extra effort to get them done before leaving Uni, but putting in unnecessary effort just isn't my style. Just ask any one of my lecturers, who will be glad to confirm this statement. In writing, or any other form you like.

I don't have much planned for the next few weeks until I return to my life as an over-worked, over-watered student. There's the usual drinking, but that's about it. Oh yes, I may do something vaguely related with Christmas, but that will probably just turn into another excuse to drink. Like most other things just lately. There's going to be the usual parties, of course, but nothing out of the ordinary. Last time I went to a party around here, I woke up with a cut chin, sprained wrist and aching head. I hope this time will be a little less damaging...

There's not much more to say, and I'm going out in a short while, so I will end this here. It's been fun this term, but when I get back to Uni next year, I may have to do some work. I feel this will end any element of fun from the proceedings, so it's just as well I made good use of my time! Well, I'll leave you now with these words; may your glass always be full, your head always spinning, and your work always on your 'To Do' pile! ;)