Us second and third years are constantly haunted with contemplations of whether we can still consider ourselves true university students, considering our decreased (or, for some, non-existent) levels of boozing and partying ‘til dawn. Compared to first year, we may aswell all live in a box, because when you find yourself spending Monday night at the Brotherton library rather than the Library pub for Quids in, you know life has hit a new low. Or has it?
A Shaky Comparison
Ever since we half-arsedly glided through first year and began a real, graded, terrifying degree, it seems that life has taken a much more sober turn for the worst. Whereas in first year nights out ranged from four to five a week, with the one or two nights in consisting of flat drinking games and house parties, in the years following it seems we are more accustomed to a Saturday night spent getting intimate with Edward Boyle, rather than a randy drunk guy named Ed from O2.
Questioning our Motives
But does this change of heart (and liver) mean we’re boring, or just more focussed? Our evenings might now be spent in hot pursuit of internships and work experience rather than the opposite sex, and our weekends may be plagued with essays and deadlines rather than head-splitting hangovers, but won’t all our hard work pay off in the end?
The Light at the End of the Tunnel
In second and third year, the slow realisation is dawning on us that it is perfectly acceptable to occasionally stay in and work towards our dream careers instead of going out on the town every night.
Although we may be boring, unlike first years, us old-timers merrily bounce into university on a Tuesday morning without a hangover, an upset bank account, a massive pile of work to face, and without having to have awkwardly kicked an anonymous duvet-hogger out of bed beforehand. And we won’t ever be ‘that girl/guy’ who chundered in their bag in their 10am lecture. And these are the reasons why, with our increased workload and dwindling energy levels, the metaphorical scales of our enthusiasm tilt more towards staying in with a blanket and a Kit Kat rather than going out and getting trashed.