Everyone who comes to uni has a goal, to achieve something apart from a degree. Probably for most it’s the first time away from the family nest and we feel we have achieved a good day’s work if we even manage to dress semi-appropriately for lectures or cook a reasonably edible meal (in the microwave, but still.) Personally I believe a little fanfare would be a nice touch.
Yet now being in second year I feel managing to go to the local club every night for two weeks isn’t exactly CV material. So it’s this year that I embark on my escapade to become the perfect graduate student, from actually doing some kind of work, committing (yes that dreaded word) to the societies that I randomly joined in a fit of excitement, to trying to be more social awarh (despite not going on that gap yah,) and perhaps casually climbing Kilimanjaro for charity, added in just for good measure. Although Fresher’s week may have put a very slight dent in my plan, let’s just say I may now be getting a Christmas card or two from the bouncers of an aforementioned club; I’m fully committed and ready to roll. So it’s probably not a great start to mention that while I write I’m engrossed in an episode of ‘The Only Way is Essex’, but I assure you it’s my flatmate who’s to blame. Ok, so tomorrow is the new beginning, let’s just hope the telly is switched off!
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