Sunday, 28 October 2018

The One Where We Met

When I first met George, I was immensely unimpressed.

I stumbled into my first creative writing seminar with sleepy dust in my eyes, a horrendous case of bed hair, and a banana that I planned to eat in the lesson as a hash sort-of breakfast. I was so late that my poetry tutor suggested that I come to the second class instead of joining the one I was scheduled to be in: 10am.

Not only did she swagger into the seminar a full half an hour late (something that she’s got much better at, I’m relieved to say) but she also was wearing the EXACT SAME OUTFIT I had worn the day before.
I felt personally threatened, as if her wardrobe choices were a direct attack on my own shining independence. Oh, the irony -- I’m currently wearing her coat for the fourth time since Monday.

It wasn’t love at first sight. It took several weeks for us to even communicate, let alone actually do friends stuff. Everyone else seemed to be going off on wild nights with their flatmates, or meeting up with people they’d found on Facebook before even coming to Warwick - crazy, right?

In my defence, the best friendships always start with hateship. Although, I didn’t actually have anything against Haze... nor did I know that she had anything against me until she confessed three months later when she thought I’d be able to take it… *cue Taylor Swift, Shake it Off (acoustic version)*. Anyway, after having pretty much one friend at university for six weeks (thanks, Georgia!), we decided that it was necessary to expand our circle. Rectangle. Colon? I told her that I had clocked someone quite cool in my poetry class that I thought we should ‘recruit’. After catching Haze walking back to halls, it turned out she only had a colon of friends too!  

The friends department wasn’t the only place that we were slow starters - I think Georgie, Georgia and I went to one Creative Writing social evening, enticed by the red wine that we THOUGHT was complementary, and one student cinema event to see La La Land. That was the extent of our nightlife and our involvement with societies. I’m not really sure how it happened, but we were totally estranged from everything and everyone and we had no idea how to amend that. So we did what we had to do: become best friends. Safety in numbers/survival of the fittest etc. Who said creatives and science don’t overlap?

And, as you already know, I am a firm believer in fun without getting slaughtered (see my post to find out why: here), but it wasn’t just the nightlife that gave us FOMO. When we moved into our shiny new house (or damp, shabby residency), we said to each other that we had no excuse: we had to get our extra-curricular hats on and, again, try to expand our circle. Triangle. Now, mid-way through first term of third year, we really do have a circle of friends and are potentially the busiest humanities students you could ever meet. Haze and I both work at different catering outlets at the SU, which, by the way, is a great way to meet other students from various courses that you probably wouldn’t normally meet. We are also part of writing societies, drama and musical theatre societies, we are members of the gym, dance, film… (as we live with the pres of film soc, we are all obligatory attendees of the film events *sigh* ;)). People often ask us: “how do you manage all of this stuff as well as a job and your degree?” 

By doing just that: managing. Balancing. The other question we often hear, of course, is the classic: “Eight contact hours?! What do you even do all day?” harassment from non-humanities students. We’ve found that university is often split into two cohorts: the people that spend all their time doing their degree and the people that spend all their time ‘living the uni life’, aka, get drunk, joining wacky societies and making mems.
We’re quite proud of having, finally, reached a sort of median.
1) Are we stressed about our careers?
2) Do we, therefore, spend all of our time ‘CV’ building and being rushed off of our feet?
3) Do we want to come out of our degree with a first/2:1?
4) Are we going to stop doing what we love and working out what makes us happy, even if it infringes on 1 & 2 & 3?
No way.

As Albert Einstein says, “life is like riding a bike, to keep your balance, you must keep moving”.

And we are going to try and keep track of it right here, in this blog.

Enjoy the ride (hehe).


George & Haze xxxxx

Notice the camera quality difference between 2016 - 2018 (iPhone 8+, you are a little star).


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