10 SIMPLE STEPS TO CAUSING SCENE |
Okay, so there may be less than ten. There may be more. But ten is a nice round number. This blog isn't really about causing a scene. Not intentionally anyway. It's a place for me to rant, muse, vent, think out loud, and generally make my voice heard. Even if it's only to myself. |
So I’m sitting here amongst packing boxes, suitcases that as big as my bed, and general junk and debris that I’ve acquired while at university, I realise what an eventful couple of years it’s been.
All the stuff I’m sorting and packing has memories attached. Freshers events tickets from my first year. Mementos from nights out (traffic cones and street signs not included). Presents from friends. Pages and pages of scribbled conversations from lectures that I can’t even remember (and were obviously quite boring). And it’s making me realise one thing. I won’t miss the city, I’ll miss the people here.
In the last two years I’ve had a mind-blowing time. I’ve been drunker than I ever thought possible. I’ve been on nights out that have ended so well, and nights out that have ended so badly. I’ve sharpened my political ideology and debating skills immensely, and had my views and opinions challenged (and occasionally changed!) at every point by people much more intelligent than me. I’ve fallen in love. I’ve had my heart broken. Six Drink the Bar Drys, two Freshers weeks and two birthdays that have left me several shades of dead by the end of the night. Pizza nights. Film nights. Being chucked out of gay bars (and plenty of straight bars). All night study sessions in the library. All night drinking sessions at various houses. The constant cleaning up after house parties. Being able to walk into St Matts SU and knowing at least half a dozen people in there straight away. Even having my coat ripped to shreds by Shoba, the old campus cat!
But the thing that keeps popping back into my head is the friends that I’ve lost along the way. If you read this paragraph and think it applies to you, then it probably does. I’ve made, and lost, some pretty amazing friends in Bristol. Sometimes it was all my fault, sometimes it wasn’t. But if you are reading this, I hope one day we’ll see each other in the street, and the past will all be forgotten over a beer. I really do care about you, and although I’ve got a funny way of showing it, you still mean a lot to me.
I’ve always been told I’ve got a flare for being dramatic, and I think this blog demonstrates that perfectly. Officially, I’ll be back in Bristol and “studying” in September 2012. But who knows? That’s the thing about the future. You just don’t know what it has in store for you. But I do know one thing…
I wish it would hurry up and get here!
