It's Freshers Week
across the country for many students, or alternatively it's about to
start. I've been reading the various 'Guide to Freshers Week' in
papers with a sense of arch irony, wondering if many of the articles
are in fact writing for graduates who chortle at the stereotypes and
remember their own Freshers Week fondly. After all, no student is
reading the paper, right?
It was at about this
point I remembered my first day at university. I moved into
university owned housing, a self-catering house for six girls, and on
the first day three of us sort of awkwardly banded together and
desperately tried to make tea for the others. We all had biscuits,
too. I felt very cunning, because I'd read the UCAS guide to making
friends and it was very emphatic that making tea was a great way to
make friends. The only downside is that Frances managed to make a
round of tea, first.
About a week later,
more comfortable in each other's presence and with a few vodkas in
us, Frances mentioned that she didn't actually like tea. She'd only
made it and drank it because that was what she'd read in the UCAS
guide. I gasped. So did Sandra. Turned out we'd all tried the same
cunning trick.
(True story: Frances
really doesn't like tea. I've seen her drink it once since, when she
was desperately trying to work out what her pregnancy cravings were.
Turns out that it wasn't tea, but she felt it was a fair guess.)
My own Freshers Week
was an awfully long time ago, but I do know that Freshers Week is a
lot more fun when you're not a Fresher. Still, it's the start of a
great time. Plus, in what feels like an eternity away, you'll be sat
on the internet and reading Freshers Week guides and feeling horribly
nostalgic, particularly as you have to be up early for work tomorrow.
Alas.
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