Oct 4 2003

Well, Uni­ver­sity life has not pro­vi­ded me with the time to spend upda­ting any of my sites. It is now a week since I arri­ved and it is only now that I have suf­fi­cient time to catch up on things not caught up on.

To sum­ma­rise:

On satur­day I arri­ved. I car­ted, along with family, five very large and heavy boxes con­tai­ning com­pu­ter, tins, clothes, books, pots, pans and cut­lery up four flights of stairs to my apart­ment at the top of the Roots resi­den­tial buil­ding. The next few minu­tes were spent res­ting, and were swiftly follo­wed by a much nee­ded drink of squash. Here is where I meet the “first por­tion” of my new com­pa­dres. They say hi. I say hi. We say stuff. Ta da! Then it’s back to unpac­king, set­ting up the com­pu­ter, desig­na­ting fridge and free­zer and cup­board and dra­wer space. In the eve­ning, we, as a group of five, inves­ti­ga­ted the delec­ta­ble offe­rings of the Stu­dent Union — before stop­ping for a drink at the Gra­duate Bar and having a long ran­dom chat about things I no lon­ger remem­ber, although one of them was about self defense.

Sun­day was more of the unpac­king. The pre­pa­ra­tion of my own break­fast and then the eating of it and drin­king of cof­fee. We met and gree­ted the sun­day arri­vals, another six or so. Hello. Hello. What’s your name? Where are you from? Who are you? WHY? WHY? WHY? Is that true? What’s that on your face? And simi­lar ques­tions. Explo­red the cam­pus and the art cen­tre today. In the eve­ning we visi­ted the SU again for more drinks and get­ting to know people.

Mon­day. Day one of pro­per uni­ver­sity life. Big mee­ting of all freshers in the big thea­tre hall in the big art cen­tre where we were intro­du­ced for­merly. Shortly follo­wed by a 2 hour depart­ment intro­duc­tion. All very boring and tiring and stuff. Filled in some forms, found my pigeon hole, explo­red the engi­nee­ring depart­ment. Recei­ved week one time­ta­ble… loo­ked mode­ra­tely ok. The lec­ture thea­tre I have a large num­ber of my lec­tu­res in does not accom­mo­date for left han­ded peo­ple… I mean… WHAT!? WHY NOT? Scream: disc­ri­mi­na­tion. (The bit that you lean on to write, that comes out of the right hand side of the chair, is not suf­fi­cient for a left han­ded user. This is poor engi­nee­ring.) Tonight we all visi­ted the union event aptly named “Top Banana”, i.e. cheese night, night full of cheese, cheese-fest, be chee­sed, cheesey-cheese, no cheese leave cheese, cheese ched­dar mix-athon. It was free and very crow­ded and the queue to get in was very dis­tres­sing, espe­cially with some drunk asshole of a latino bloke pushing you in the back trying to get for­ward, resul­ting in my face being con­ti­nually sho­ved into some poor girl’s pony tail. Jived to the uber music of Spice Girls, Run DMC and all the wed­ding music you could pos­sibly hear in one night. 

The dance floor is set out in an anno­ying for­mat; it is slightly lower than everything else, and you need to go down some steps to get into it. This cou­pled with the flow of peo­ple always trying to get in, peo­ple trying to get out, peo­ple hol­ding beers over their head while they stum­ble drunk over peo­ple, make for pos­si­ble bad expi­rien­ces. Howe­ver if you get a good spot it is great.

Tues­day. Day two. Today I had a lec­ture in L3… a HUGE lec­ture thea­tre that was HUGE. One in which ever­yone who is lec­tu­ring fidd­les with the ligh­ting sys­tem before they start. It was another basic intro­duc­tion lec­ture. Loo­ked around the local shops on cam­pus, the pos­ter sale that was taking place, the free con­doms, the free news­pa­pers, O2 sim card, sweets, mars bars, food, pot nood­les, mini ched­dars, nokia pho­tos, and the like. My lunch was sor­ted. I also regis­te­red with the health cen­tre and other admin stuff. Now my mind has gone blank and I can’t remem­ber what we did on Tues­day night. Oh well, no biggety.

Wed­nes­day. Today I met my tutor and tutor group, in my group of seven are a nige­rian, a china-man and a cyprian — the tutor him­self being chi­nese made for a very awk­ward hour filled with stumble-like english speech. Today a plant was bought for our kitchen and we got some new soft comfy chairs. Hoo­rah. This eve­ning I went to a chris­tian union event entit­led, “Jesus and the Matrix”. It was actually very enter­tai­ning, and the preacher poin­ted out lots of links I did not know about; i.e. the on screen time Neo is dead for is 72 seconds, a link to the 72 hours in which Jesus is dead — and the they both come back to life. Neo was also named “Tho­mas Anders­son” — Anders­son being swe­dish for “Son of Man”. There were others plus the obvious ones that I already knew about (Zion, Neo ana­gram, Tri­nity, Nebuchad­nez­zar). Follo­wing this I atten­ded a pro­duc­tion by the totally awe­some REDUCED SHAKESPEARE COMPANY who were doing “All the grea­test books”. This was the nadir of hila­rity and I recom­mend ever­yone. Easily on a par with Boom Chi­cago in Amsterdam. 

Thurs­day. Full 10 week time­ta­ble recei­ved. Fri­days EEEKEKE! Too many lec­tu­res. Tonight was the Freshers Ball. But first I endu­red a half hour library intro­duc­tion (bore) and then a Maths for Engi­neers revi­sion class on func­tions given by a ger­man man with bouncy red hair and the ten­dancy to get mixed up in his own words. On to the ball now, ever­yone dres­sed up and there was a red-black corri­dor colour scheme, or so it was named, along with all the other “corri­dor” events peo­ple have devi­sed. Tonight I was to watch the per­for­mance of Whea­tus, follo­wed by the Scratch Per­verts, follo­wed by the Boot­leg Beat­les. Whea­tus were not great, nor were they in fact good, but the peo­ple endor­sed them as best they could and it was worth being in the dance floor during that time. Scratch per­verts were very loud but came out with some high and migh­tily exce­llent mixes in their drum n bass for­mat — which I heard while eating chips that the chip woman had suf­fo­ca­ted in salt. The music before and during the B.Beatles was of course of the highest stan­dard — well known clas­sics are the way to go — and in a way of avoi­ding the well known over­pla­yed wed­ding clas­sics as well. Got to sleep at 3.

Fri­day. Eugh. Lec­tu­res. Strug­gled to stay awake — all boring intro­duc­to­ries — I had three straight hour long lec­tu­res on fri­day after­noon — all in the same place. Had crummy food for din­ner from Cost­cut­ter. Had a nice chat in the eve­ning about movies and stuff while drin­king cof­fee at the art centre. 

Satur­day: RECUPERATION.

This took too long.

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