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Just find some good pubs and go there.
And it's left me in a peculiar state of mind. Part of me enjoys how much everyone bonds and has fun, and part of me is plain depressed by the amount of filth, downright drunken and abuse I'm exposed to.
I wasn't a fan though.
the 2nd and 3rd year contacts were really good, they set up some great events during the day, like inflatable volleyball which was quite good. the club nights were also alright, preferred the atmosphere in the sports bar though as the music was shit in the academy....but yeah, very good.
Ie. the song that was played EVERY time you went out and always takes you back to those first few weeks?
Kid Cudi - Day n Nite
or the I GOD A FEELIN (woo woo).
or "i love college" by asher roth.
He played shitloads of dubstep too. Wamp Wamp Wamp.
he never puts any deftones in it? :(
but yeah the howl bit of that is class
Not that it was ever played a single time in any pubs I ever went to, but my flatmate played it CONSTANTLY for some reason. I still can't shake it from my brain, even now... WHALES AND DOLPHINS, YEEEEEAAAH!
Call on me - Eric Prydz. Good times!
Bentley Rhythm Ace: Bentley's Gonna Work It Out (i think it was called. you know, their one hit)
although it wasn't just freshers week more like the entirety of first year. It just seemed to be played at pretty much every club we went to including 90's ones.
MY FINGER IS ON THE BUTTON
i'm going to get blind drunk and dress up in school uniform and steal traffic cones and eat dodgey burgers. or sit alone in my room weeping into my new bedding.
There's no or involved.
Watch out for those Fresher girls who don't seem to have ever seen alcohol before. They zone out and go loopy. One followed me round last night trying to set fire to me. Fucking space cadet.
then at least people might think i have some scrap of personality.
and in my eyes, jailbait. Also, I wouldn't have wanted to take her home, as I have a feeling she might have tried to burn down my house.
Is it hometime yet?
so choose well!
especially in the years after being a fresher when you're meeting up with all your mates again after the summer. Amazing scenes. Also, much greater lady action prospects i found...
mainly because I wasnt going to shit clubs with people I barely knew. in first year I was massively optimistic but I didn't know what I could expect. nowadays I'm a lot more sure of how to have a well good night with the boys.
then not something you need to really have any part in after that? That's how I found it anyway. It's a weird one; you want to meet people because you don't know anyone, but you don't particularly want to do every twatty thing going on each night, but at the same time you want to not come across as a kill-joy (straight away), you want to meet some people who have similar interests etc. so you go out trying to find them..it's a minefield. It can be ugly, but it's the naure of the beast for better or worse.
Because the fresher daily newsletter is 100% one of the most fun things I do with student media every year. Just total no holds barred, say what we want, offensive as you like type stuff. We always get stomped on by the SU every year but fuck it, it's just a laugh.
But at the same time, after the 500th person flashes you their arse when they see you've got a press pass/SLR is just morbidly depressing
witnessing the Horror first-hand, good times initially but I can imagine it wears you down after a bit. Especially when you've done it for two years already yourself.
I do sympathise with both sides though, I can still vividly recall my own nervousness at trying to find people I liked / fit in that's par for the course with starting at university, so I can totally forgive the herd mentality that is freshers week. That said I can still remember the sports lads each years drinking 23 pints of Worthingtons each and nicknaming someone "The Bear" (every year) and wanting the earth to open up and swallow them. In conclusion: peaks & troughs, strikes & gutters, innit?
But we created our own fun.
Thanks to Nintendo 64's Goldeneye and 4 controllers. PARTY TIME.
the rest of the week was pretty good, mind.
It made me feel old. Incredibly, incredibly old.
and have a housemate who I just sit and watch Curb with all day, everyday. Everytime I get drunk I play Shimmy Shimmy Ya by ODB and dance on tables. Basically, I remember why I curbed my drinking in the first place, coz I'm a cock.
Although I had my first ever White Russian, The Linn abides.
this time as a graduate student. Enjoyed it much much more, felt a lot less out of place and actually probably did meet some friends during the week who are proper keepers. I found it utterly terrifying first time round as an 18 year old though.
as my uni didn't actually have one. I went to the first night of freshers this year to catch up with people. Despite it being at tiger tiger, it was good fun. I regret not going to the quiz/jazz nights though. Freshers stuff is usually quite shit though, right? I think I ended up at a 12 hour Tuesday at Strathclyde during fresher's week and it was awful. I just served warm, flat vodka and cokes all night. ick.