A Welcome Return
So, long time no blog. I feel like a bit of a fraudster at the moment. I haven’t blogged all Summer and now decide to start again since I’m back at Warwick. Shouldn’t this be a full time thing? Is it a sin to pick and choose when I blog? Do I owe all you loyal readers an apology for keeping you waiting for so long?
It’s only a blog. Grow up.
So Warwick is teeming with Freshers. I wish I was a Fresher again. It looks so cool. I want to go to Top Banana and enjoy it. I want to look at people in the piazza strangely because I can’t remember if I met you last night or not. I want to sign up to too many sports clubs and societies, and actually attend about one in ten of them.
Instead I am older. I live in a Victorian terraced house in Earlsdon, which has some pros and some cons. Just like every other student house. I enjoy the odd glass of wine in front of the television, and the bread from the baker’s round the corner. I am boring. This time last year I was another fresh faced first year, who was interesting (to other first years at least, who would ask the same three questions to everyone they saw), was a party animal, and didn’t care about what lectures I had or whether I would go to them. Now, the three questions have changed. Every ‘first conversation back at Warwick’ involves a question about Summer, then question about where each other is living, then what the house is like.
Neither party in this conversation actually is that bothered but just go along with for politeness sake. In summary, its not just me, but everyone is more boring. I’m sure that this is not true. Everyone on campus is just as cultured as they were last year, but it seems much more boring now we aren’t Freshers. I arrived back at Warwick with a bit of a buzz. I remembered how good the first two weeks of term were last year and expected the same feeling. In reality, it was never going to be as good as that, so I feel much duller.
Oh well. I suppose I might just be a miserable old(er) man. If i can turn this rather dreary blog round for a second, I would like to try and spread some light out of my gloomyness. I want to encourage all first years that may (or may not) be reading this, to go out and have an even better time than you are having a the moment. Have as much fun as you can possibly get away with without failing your exams at the end of the year. And even if you do fail, Warwick will let you try them again, and you’ll have all Summer to revise for them.
You will never be a Fresher again. Go out and make the most of it.