You’re sitting in that cold yet
fully packed open space and it hits you, just as you look at that printed paper
all the wasted time of your semester flashes before you, that Shit called life
you ‘YOLO'd’ at comes and bites you in the ass; that six pack of ‘who knows’,
shots and or shooters of ‘God forbid’, gallivanting to clubs named after
islands off coasts you can only Google Map (an atlas seriously what century is
this?).
Being a university student is a
lot harder than Asher Roth puts it. I mean sure all the good stuff is there
believe that, drugs you’ve always heard of and only dreamt of trying, the
easiest girls in the world or drunest or both (in all honesty if guys don’t get more laid in their
varsity days something is wrong, right?), beyond frivolous sex, love triangles,
the boy or the b*tch is mine claw and fist fights respectively, the party
rocking colour blocking, leotards en shuffle or vice versa without the
apologies and the alcohol? Good heavens it is indeed ‘liquor paradise’, mostly
for those who can both afford and handle it. One can eat crap or not eat it
every day, vomit it after every meal or eat five helpings of it at every
juncture. You can be queer, straight or drag, change your name to Longinus or
anything considered ‘cool’ at the time no one cares! Its freedom deluxe and no
one anywhere beyond reach can tell you what to do how often with whom at what
time. I could go on and with the list of liberties but those in University know
these things.
Back to the point before I drift
off into another post teenage reverie (cue dreamy harp music), where was I Yes, a cold open space. You’re
in that exam room alone, as far as the Answer sheet ids considered you’re an
individual who shall be evaluated as such. It doesn’t matter how epic last
night’s party was or how much you scribble ‘WTF?’ the question paper. The
reality remains though hard as hell you should be your own person or you’ll get
swept by the High School, University and eventually Adult life currents. You’ll
figure from the stuff mentioned these waters flow strong because even after
high school,( the place we’re encouraged to shun our true selves for the most
insignificant amount of acceptance) we are thrust into young adultery, I mean
adulthood, University. Be it far from home
in hundreds or thousands of kilometres or miles for most. There’s an obvious
shift environment, when you’re on slight occasion home sick then you’re so NOT!
Subsequently there’s this ‘thing’ you feel; (for many it’s the reason they
leave home or choose a university so far away)…it’s Kanye-West-Power. No one
student should have it but we do the second we arrive by coach, plane or in uncomfortable-as-fuck-Combies,
the power to be the person you were raised to be or to create an entirely
different personality is placed firmly in grasp. You could either roll it into
a blunt or mould it into a vase your pick!
It’s so simple to lose oneself
who you are where you are coming from and worse yet where you’re headed,
finding you though, all of him/her? Not so easy I suggest name tags, labels and
preferably not to get lost at all. Stay rooted not stumped to where you are
from never forget it, good or bad it’s the official measure of progress or
regression, left from right. And remember just as there is a morning after
tablet for unprotected sex there’s a piercing headache and hunger pang from
hell (Hangover) after a night of epic party rocking; Ladies, Gents and
‘In-betweeners’, consequence lives amongst us.
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