Last night felt like I was suddenly dragged back in time to when I was ten years old not being able to sleep because the following morning meant the first day of school (GEEK!). Even back then, whenever I had to stay off school because of an illness, I'd be jealous of those who got to go and so I'd look out from my brother's bedroom window over to the school's playground with butterflies in my belly just at the thought of what I was missing out on.
This morning dragged! The time stated to collect the Uni ID card (that's all I was going for, no classes yet) was 10am - 4pm and I got up at 7:45. Two large, black coffees later, my foot was tapping the floor at a speed which nearly gave me cramp and my eyes darted from one clock to the other, thinking this would help speed things up. By 9:45 I was already out the door and on my bike.
Aren't the roads great after 9:30. Hardly a car could be heard nor a person seen (okay, maybe one or three). Everyone was either at work or at school. I biked my way straight down Stretford Road at a pleasurable pace until I hit the opening of the campus halls. Suddenly I began to feel nervous. Could they tell I was older than them? Did they think I looked ridiculous with my Puma bag and my beany? Simple answer; Fuck 'em.
After securing my bike and taking a deep breath I made my way into the crowd of youths. Outside stood 'the smokers', they looked so cool holding their fags awkwardly between their fingers, blowing the smoke out straight after they inhaled. Ah, those days.
Queues were everywhere. It seemed I wasn't the only one who wanted to get there bright and early. Like a good British national I immediately found a place in the nearest queue and waited. Eventually I discovered I was in the wrong one and so I made my way to the correct one. This was HUGE. It seemed to spiral round two corners and down a flight of stairs (no joke!). I didn't mind though as I had my ipod (great) and I could also people watch (ie bitch to myself, even better).
Now, I have a shaved head, #2. I like it. It's simple and easy to maintain. These kids had all just materialised out of Tony & Guy or some freak magazine of 'How Best To Fuck With Your Hair'. Some (I mean one) I liked, the rest would probably HAVE TO grow on me. As I shuffled closer to my destination I noticed how fashion really does set a trend, be that bad or good. The choice for chinos won with the boys, girls preferred leggings with a large jumper over the top (always good to show a bit of ass. Let's see if they'll do an inverted day where the boys go as girls and girls go as boys?).
As today was simply to pick up the ID card I have no idea who I will be studying with for the next 3 years. This I will find out tomorrow... more to come then.
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