As the end of my second year at Leeds approaches I am experiencing what can only be described as a mid-student-life crisis. Lying awake at night, staring blankly up at my crumbling ceiling (oh the joys of student housing) I think back to September. Although it only feels like a few weeks ago my diary, my work file and unfortunately my bank account is basically hitting me around the head, screaming “September was eight months ago you fool!” And as I start to relay what’s happened in those eventful eight months I realise that university life is far too fleeting to appreciate as you’re living it.
It probably doesn’t feel like it now, what with the constant barrage of essay deadlines and the increasing panic of last-minute revision for those terribly enjoyable exams, but “they” (don’t ask me who “they” are – “they’re” just incredibly wise people) do say that university are the best years of your life. So to cheer you all up during this depressing month for students nationwide, I’m going to attempt to remind you why back at the tender age of seventeen we all decided university would be a good idea.
I don’t know about you, but I’m from a pretty small town – actually I think “boring” would be a more appropriate and accurate description. It’s great for a night out when you’re in a large group of your closest friends, but with only one decent pub, two bars and one ludicrously expensive night-club it doesn’t really accommodate for students. That’s why when I first arrived in Leeds as a naive and overly-excited Fresher I resembled something like a deer in headlights – or a small child (truthfully, I don’t think you need to be small – or a child) in a sweet shop. Bright-eyed I relished the cheap alcohol, the cheap entry and the cheap men (just kidding!) and the realism of living in a big, student-orientated city finally began to hit. Take a few moments to think about your most recent night out (if it’s not all a big haze) and consider the differences between where you’re from and where you are now. If you were born and bred in London then this doesn’t really apply to you, but if like me you’re a country bumpkin hopefully what I’m saying will resonate. University provides you with all the nights out, all the hangovers and all the horrible, bonfire-worthy photos which you perhaps wouldn’t experience or own without feeling pressured to swallow those tequila shots as everyone around you is screaming “Down it Fresher!”So as bad as it feels the next day, and as awkward as those conversations with your parents are about drinking your money away feel reassured that it is all a learning experience. Those terrible tequila-fuelled hangovers (and from my own learning experience I can absolutely declare those the worst hangovers of the lot) are merely parts of life as a student… And I’m sure as you’re nursing your heads and your bank cards you can all take consolation in that fact and be happy that higher education is teaching you something worthwhile.
University, despite the long hours spent in the library and the horrible, but hopefully rare, 9am lecture on a Monday morning will be the only three years in your life when you can stay in bed until midday and then struggle to “work” for a maximum of two hours before declaring yourself “shattered” and feeling the need for a nap. For fourteen years at school (man, that’s depressing) we all had to drag ourselves out of bed at 7am and stay awake, stay intelligent and stay interested for eight hours every single day. Every day! University, mercifully, provides us with three years of respite and rest before being cruelly spat out of the system in our black graduation gowns and hats to an endless career in employment which expects us to be up and about before the crack of dawn. Appreciate these few, short years. Perhaps use them wisely and stock up on sleep. Once you’re in the big bad world, I fear you’re going to need it.
Being a student brings with it many perks. But there are not many more rewarding than being able to whip out your student card (hiding the photo) at the till in your favourite clothes shop and being told you’re now privileged to pay 10% less than everyone else lined up behind you. Result. My own student card and therefore my discount is valid until September 2013 and I have complied a (mental – I’m not as sad as to commit it to paper) list of everything I need to buy beforehand. Did you know Apple’s student discount is 15%? I may not particularly need a new laptop, but with savings like that – how do I resist? For three years, and no longer, we as a hard-working and enthusiastic (ignore my sleep and nap comments above) population and future generation of politicians, medics and teachers are rewarded with the small prize of money off our purchases. Relish the discount. Appreciate the idea. And buy everything you could possibly need for the next ten years while it’s cheap. We need to screw the government back in some way or other.
So as this whirlwind of alcohol, hangovers, sleep and shopping overtakes your life just remember to sit back and look at it all happening from a distance. These three years of university fly by so fast – and why shouldn’t they, after all one year is basically eight months, and before you know it you’ll be moaning about mortgages and taxes (how am I doing at cheering you up by the way?) and wishing you were back wearing Converse all day and partying all night. Exams and essays may not be the highlight of being a student, but unfortunately they are necessary. Happily for us all though, being a student allows us to behave irresponsibly in three years of fun, mistakes and madness. Surely, being able to spend the majority of our degree in bed, in clubs and in shops is not something to be sniffed at. So once or twice while you’re struggling to understand your scribbled lecture notes, just remember that being a student is actually pretty damn great, and if you don’t believe me then you’re probably liver-damage free and heading towards a First.