The Sock Diary

Musings of a part-time Sweaty Sock.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

My Wee Bro

He's off to Uni. According to my parents, it was as tough as ever it was to drop off a sibling somewhere we've never been. My bro walked into the sunrise (it was early, feck off, Yul) without looking back. Fair play to him.

I was second sib to go, even though I was the eldest sib. I took a couple of years out (until I realised I was going to get paid fuck all unless I did a degree). I stood there as they left, and a tear dropped, embarassing though it be. I wasn't the only one that shed, 'cept it turned out I was the only one in my halls doing a science course... the rest were actors and sensitives. Arse.

Anyway, it hurt, even though, at the time, I wanted to be as far away as poss from the fogies. I kinda started to realise how much they actually mattered while I was away for those four years, pretty much starting when the car left the car park in year one. Sad, but true.

Anyway, youngest, but, annoyingly, tallest, bro: have a great time, don't let anyone grind you down, and get on a train if you feel like cac. Nipping down the metal road to see a sister/brother/good buddy is a mental health day, same as we all take from time to time.

Don't tell the employer, but I know a number of people from our place who've taken a few mental health days. Reality strikes, an' ain't it a bitch sometimes?

If I'm in time, don't despair about the book list prices. I know many of us threw our hands in the air when we saw the cost of the book list and just spent the budget on beer, but you can get most of the list on the cheap off the fourth years, or off ebay. You can also get an awful lot of beer if you don't involved with rounds.

It takes at least four weeks to get an idea who the group(s) are, and which one or two you're in (trust me, you probably can't afford more than two groups). The guys you meet first week are probably limited potential except for exposure at the Union. If one lasts as a mate you like spending time with past week four you are a jammy shite.

After week four when your posse is relatively sorted, suggest everyone chips in a tenner to a kitty at three pint intervals. You are almost guaranteed there will be someone trustworthy in the group. This will be the one whom everyone agrees should take care of the kitty. Try to make sure it's not you as you will be rich, but paranoid, by year four. Our kitty handler (ahem) is rich, married, and has a nervous tic which has given him a arthritic shoulder in the last couple of years.

Or I could shut up.

2 Comments:

  • At 10:14 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Here's how to save money at UNI.
    Don't buy an iPod;
    Don't pay for a mobile phone (we all managed);
    Don't have a car (cycle or walk);
    Don't buy branded crap in Supermarkets - in fact, shop in Aldi or proper markets;
    ...and learn to cook properly - it'll cost a lot less - believe me.

    Drink in the SU not in a wine bar - wine bars are for special occasions like pulling girls too young to be in the SU.

    Ask your parents for money - you might only get a tenner but that's a lot of food.

    Don't buy books - that's what libraries are for - or pull a 4th year and get her to give you all her books ;-)

    Don't buy birthday cards for all the new girls you meet. Make them yourself - you'll reap the rewards ;-)

    Get a job you lazy fuck - work in a bar at night or a coffee shop at the weekend

    Do all this and you'll remain in pocket. I left with only £450 OD paid off with 1st pay cheque.

    Still I don't have any money now... maybe I should have chosen a proper subject....

     
  • At 9:29 am, Blogger PartTimeSock said…

    Excellent list. Enjoyed.

     

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