When you're at university, you like to feel that you've grown up, you've matured, and you're essentially a 'grown-up'. It's meant to be that perfect in-between stage, where we learn how to be independent, and begin our journey into adulthood. However, in one way, university simply turns us all into children again.
When we're little, we fall over, and then shout for mummy, who immediately sorts out our boo-boo with a plaster and a kiss. At university, we spend all our money on getting so drunk we fall over, and then call mummy, who (reluctantly) sorts out our financial boo-oo with lots of money. Practically the same thing, right?
When we're little, we organise the day through meal-times. Breakfast, lunch, dinner. And not forgetting nap-time & snack-time. Although breakfast is a time of day rarely seen by university students, the rest stays the same. Nap-time is essential, or else we'll be extremely cranky, and nobody likes a cranky student. Snack-time is worse in halls, when you spend about 95% of your day in the kitchen, but nonetheless it still exists amongst second and third years; you need frequent 'snacks' of coffee and Redbull for those horrible days when nap-time has to be skipped. Shudder.
When we're little, we often have times when we throw up on ourselves, can't quite walk straight, and have trouble talking. This one doesn't even need to be explained.
Not that I'm complaining. It's brilliant. If only the homework was still the same.
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