So that’s it. I’ve officially finished all the work for my degree. Done. Finito. (Is that a word?)
There’s been a gap between this and my last post for this very reason. For the last few weeks, myself and my third year housemates have been literally clearing out Tesco’s energy drink shelves, every single day.
In true ‘Will from The Inbetweeners’ style, we have pounded out the revision, the sketchbooks, the final projects and the mammoth essays. At the start of every module, I distinctly remember saying to myself; ‘I’ll have my work done well before deadline this time’.
I never did, which is why Red Bull have been doing a roaring trade in West Lancashire this month.
So, what of the last three years then? Well, I’ve never been one to wallow in the past, but I’ll indulge a little anyway.
Back in 2007, I arrived fresh-faced from a long, lazy summer into Eleanor Rathbone hall, dumped my suitcases and settled in for a week of pure, uninterrupted freedom. To be true, I had no idea that I’d settled myself in for (so far) the best three years of my life.
Little did I know of the people I would meet. The friendships I would make; the ones I know will be with me for life.
From the squabbles over who stole who’s frozen pizza from the communal fridge, to being distracted by Call of Duty when you know there’s a deadline around the corner, it’s been one hell of a ride.
To write it all down just wouldn’t do it justice.
See for yourself.
P.S. The pic below is a sample of a third year advertising student’s living room the night before deadline. Check the classic ‘ironing board full of empty energy drinks cans’ sculpture in the corner.