So as you may or may not know i'm currently wrapping up the end of a degree... 3 years of my life devoted to something I've completely changed my mind about during the process of 'studying'. What a wonderful feeling that is...
In one respect it is, it means I'm free of student life which ultimately means surrounding yourself with selfish, annoying and sometimes just fucking odd people. Beyond funny odd, slightly scary but mostly furiously odd. It makes it almost impossible for them to integrate even when you try your upmost to help them out. Though they are not the worst kind i've encountered. Neither was it the drug dealing/taking wankers who inhabited the same hallway as me in my first year of 'study'. The worst are those who believe they know how to do it when they arrive... and just believe you should do whatever they say, bend over for them. We've all been one of those people in our 3 years of university... but we don't realise it till near the end of it all.
Their name... FIRST YEARS!
Living with them is a daily trial of patience and understanding... and thats my patience and understanding. The process of sleep and rest at normal sociable hours is a concept they lose once they walk through the front door of their first student hole... sorry... house. With them comes an attitude of knowing how to live life, and everyone should bend over backwards to accomadate them, even if that means you possibly being too tired to adequately be aware of anything going on during the next early morning very important third year session. That's their right apparently.
God forbid you challenge them on such issues, they just tell you to lighten up... and telling them about 3 years of work, most of which you feel you must be completing right now in the final home straight, and the mountain of debt you have inherited from it only puts them in a state of spitefullness. More willing to make up a childish tune or shout louder. Overall I dislike sharing space with them intensely... and they are beings I will gladly never deal with again.
Sorry to anyone who dealt with me when I was a first year (except for the pre-mentioned drug dealing twats... I hope you ruin your life).
Ok rant over... you can piss off now.
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