Hair New Era

The academic side has been challenging. In a good way. Not too easy, not too boring. I was a bit scared at first, because at the English department’s induction meeting they warned us that it would nothing like school. That all of us must surely have been top of the class to get in, but now everyone here is top of their class, and it’s going to get a lot more difficult. And I thought, shit, I was in no way top of my class even at school. Well, largely because I was (and often still am) too lazy to put any more work in than absolutely necessary, and instead choose to abuse on my great memory and good girl image.
But as I said, it’s not too bad here. Although the writing class is still a bit intimidating because of how talented everyone else is. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, as there were over 30 people to a place, but I still am. They’ve got stories. And not just stories, true ones. We once had to write a couple of vignettes on important moments in our lives and strong emotions they created, and mine just paled in comparison to others. Every story they read out made my jaw drop, because whoa. They’ve had some seriously fucked up things happen to them. I’ve always known I’m lucky and have had an easy life, but I had no idea that there are so many things I should be grateful for not having experienced. Really dark stuff which makes me embarrassed about the childish disappointments and petty fights that I’ve considered traumatic experiences. In a sick way I’m almost slightly jealous, because these are the kinds of things that inform your writing. How can I compete with them if I have no idea how these emotions feel?
Anyway, moving on to something lighter. The other side of uni. The fun, stupid, irresponsible things caused by nothing but hedonism. The kind of behaviour my Estonian friends would quite possibly judge, because a large portion of them seems to have suddenly become serious adults who work in offices and have proper homes and serious relationships. And real problems, not whether it would be alright to pull a guy from your own corridor, or taking a girl back to your room only to have her reveal herself to be a devout Christian who won’t even kiss.
Which is actually one of the reasons I’m glad I left. The idea of the ‘grown-up’ lives of my friends frankly gives me a bit of a panic attack. I’m still young, for God’s sake.
I feel like I’ve blabbed about my social life quite a lot, both here and on Twitter, so now I’ll just let pictures do the talking. Oh, and since I’ve been posting songs here for a while now, then what would be a better soundtrack to the kind of university experience I’m talking about than this: