Nerves

Tomorrow I leave for university. This for most 18/19 year old's my age would be a wonderful concept, this has been proven by my girlfriend who for the last week has repeated the phrase 'I wish it was Sunday.' Other students will have packed their bags with a sense of excitement looking forward to those new beginnings that their parents keep on bashing on about whenever a family friend asks how their little darling is doing.

Unfortunately 'new beginnings' probably differ between either age group. To a parent this signifies their son or daughter finally leaping into the cavern of independence. Where their child learns to cook and clean and generally look after themselves whilst acquiring a 2:1 or a first at degree level, which will propel them into the working world.

In contrast, to a student 'new beginnings' signifies raucous drinking games, where to drink your body weight in alcohol is an acceptable challenge, the idea that anything on two legs and has the opposite genitals wants to 'be on you' and the prospect of having the sleeping pattern of a Vampire.

Neither of these 'new beginnings' appeal to me. I have literally; been there, done that, got the t-shirt for most of that list. Am I the worst student to go to university? This time tomorrow I will probably be lost in a remote Welsh village, potentially after having a few beers and most likely after eating a carefully selected food supply (including the only vegetables that I shall see until Christmas) that is meant to last me a week.

Overall, i feel like Eeyore from Winnie The Pooh or Puddle Glum from Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe or Marvin from Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy.

"Life," said Marvin dolefully, "loathe it or ignore it, you can't like it."