Studying


Idle blogs of an idle fellow

It’s hard to recall what it was like being a student at 18, what with all that drinking, clubbing, and, erm, studying. If I’d spent as much time studying as I did negotiating with landlords for return of rent deposits I’d have achieved more than the dreaded Desmond Tutu, instead of unexpected expertise in the 1988 Housing Act. This is something I hope to remedy with my return to academia.

Studying is wasted on the young. It’s an age to get lost in the world, not in the student union bar. Some students realised early that 3 years of baked beans, and waiting for flatmates to vacate the shared phone, could be more productively spent in the real world, and disappeared before they were missed. Then there were the usual drop outs; those leaving to pursue careers in the music industry (working in HMV) or the leisure industry (life guards at local pools). Then there were those…

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