I wasn’t meant to blog again until after my exam on Friday, but blogging is so
much more fun than how feminist social movements strategically use public space
(which is actually really interesting).
My intense
thinking session and me time, led me to discover some realisations about my
time left at Uni, this is what I realised:
1) Tomorrow
will be my penultimate day in the library; pretty much spent every day there
over the last year.
2) Tomorrow will also be the
penultimate time I buy a Starbucks from the Union for my afternoon caffeine
fix. (Red haired Starbucks guy from today this is me mentioning you, now read
my blog, it will change your life).
3) It will no longer be acceptable to
go to the Spar in my pink Cheshire Cat like thermal pyjamas when I am back home.
4) Cheesecake will no longer be an
acceptable dinner.
5) And lastly, and most sadly, I won’t
see my friends nearly every day. I won’t be able to pop around their house in
my pyjamas. We won’t be able to get drunk and get the groove on in the two most
fabulous night clubs ever.
NB: Imagine
me walking through town in my PJs looking like Cheshire Cat. Creaser.
(Shropshire lingo for something that is funny – you learn so much at Uni).
I basically
realised that my life at Uni is actually going to end really soon. So what had
I really learnt after three years (non-geography related). After some more
standing in the rain and getting wet, I decided the following are some of the
valuable life lessons I have learnt during my three years:
1) Don’t care
what people think about you. If they don’t like you it is their problem not
yours. I used to pretend to live by this in school, but I really didn’t due to
certain individuals. But now I really don’t just care. Yeah, I am the crazy
girl who talks too loudly and constantly says the wrong thing at the wrong
time. Who cares? Not me.
2) Allow (urban for forget) patronising
people and people who act like they are better than everyone else. If someone
gets kicks out of belittling others, they are not worth your time of
day/night/energy. Put them in their place. Tell them to put a sock in it.
3) Everyone should be nicer to each
other. Banter is just being used as an excuse to get away with saying
outrageous things. I am the first admit that I have fallen into this trap, and
am constantly being mean to my friend Tomford, in the name of banter. Why
has this become the norm in friendship? Why can’t we just hold hands and skip?
Bake cakes, play with rainbows or pretend to be fairies?
There are
probably more life lessons I have learnt, I just haven’t discovered them yet.
Maybe I will discover them when I am out in the big bad world.
(The font I have used for this post is called 'Georgia' in honour of my awesome friend).
I can see a pattern emerging here with the insightful Geography endings to these posts
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