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and if anything they're probably more insular, arrogant and resented than the article makes out
there are parts of the city where local people aren't welcome anymore
it's the same up here though.
new town = money
old town/southside = the rest of us
i freakin' hate students.
back to work.
But, to be fair, it's the same with a fair few universities. Mine was full of coked-up twits with more surnames than common sense too.
Don't see too many in Nottingham- though I think they may all be hiding in Jack Wills.
“Lizzy’s story seems fairly typical of the public-school kids who come here. She isn’t an outrageous snob or crashing bore (like some), but after walking nervously into the dining hall on the first day she was happy to spot the friendly faces she already knew.”
Interesting. I turned up at my halls of residence on the first day, knowing no one and having never met someone from a public school before – I just assumed that everyone would be in the same boat as me. I was queuing up for my key and noticed that everyone knew everyone else. I wondered if I’d come a day late and missed one of the freshers’ events. Apparently not though. They’d all met up at various parties over the summer and their parents all knew each other too. When I walked into the dining hall with my tray, their table all turned towards me, realised that I wasn’t one of ‘them’ and then just blanked me for the next six years.
Having said that, outside of my first year in halls, and our lectures with the Combined Studies/History of Art students, I had little contact with the sloanes and rahs. Architecture is a long, and pretty expensive course, but by the end of the first year or so, virtually all public school students had either dropped out or failed.
I can’t go to Jesmond now when I visit the city – it’s horrible in that part of town now, and you can’t blame the locals for being upset at the noise, traffic and general rudeness. Worse still is the Monday nights when half of Durham University (always one of the top picks of the Universities for public-school kids that couldn’t make it into Oxbridge – along with Bristol, St Andrews and York), come up into town to go to the cheesy clubs that aren’t allowed in their city.
they don't like it when you take the piss out of "royals" sports teams getting regularly trounced by the commoners across the road.
taking the piss out of polytechnics and their rebranding as universities. He went down a storm.
i saw them instead of jetplane landing on my 19th birthday
I didn't go.
*ruffles his hair*
only educational establishment that has no class tension at all that I've experienced. reading this sort of thing makes me realise how great it is.
actually rly reassuring for some reason to know its the same everywhere
Or just stuff taken verbatim from this Facebook page's wall?
Also, full marks for The Times (THE TIMES?!) doing a class war piece. :D
"random rah in lecture..."oh Simon i was soo wrecked last night...i was drinking Redstripe from a CAN!!""
i left newcastle um..actually 10 years ago now. was back at xmas and had a rare couple of nights out in town, went to the cluny, which was a favourite old hangout, and that whole area could now be connected to Brick Lane for all anyone would know.
not that i'm complaining especially, things change etc. was weird though, seeing basically the same people i see in london all the time only in newcastle.
When I started uni, my then girlfriend went to Newcastle, and what is described here was just starting.
There was a horrid social division in the city, as students make up 1/5 of the population.
But there's been a marked social change at universities since I left. There were hints of it when I was there - the old "Your dad works for my dad" and "commoner" jibes, but most people were plesant enough - and many of my enduring friends went to public school. Although I did discover that when I stood for election as third team rugby captain against a man universally despised he received only one vote other than his own, which was from someone who said he could bear to see a state school student as rugby cpatain.
I go back to my uni from time to time as I play for the uni veterans rugby team and we need to recruit students to keep going. There has been such a shift. There seems to have been the rise of the idiot posho - always in pursuit of mythical "banter" that consists of being racist, socially derogative about others and starting fights (that they never finish).
It seems to be seeping in everywhere. At my club night I had some guy thrown out because he threw a a glass at me, cos I told him to stop fucking with the decks. He then attempted to buy his way back in, and then threatened to kill me. When I informed him I was stood right here and to come and try it "Nah, I wouldn't want to end up in prison with your povo family.
This is going nowhere, my biggest problem with idiot poshos is that they would get violent, start a fight, get a kicking and cry to the police.
therell be pure hell on, aal gan radgee as fuck
* buy anything from.
The braying upper classes?
The ignorant and ugly working classes?
The sneering middle classes on their fucking indie-music-forum looking down on both the above?
Who's a boy to hate?
A bonus 50000 points to the first person to loudly proclaim how they aren't middle class.
brought up on hummus and thinking its ok not to have decided on your job yet and all that
but that article perfectly describes most of the people here at edinburgh and i've never felt so isolated than in some tutorials/pubs/clubs in the past.
it seems to be one of the few 'good' universities that doesn't suffer quite so badly from this problem. probably cos they're all scared of getting stabbed.
whining about how glasgow isn't as CLEAN and PRETTY as stockholm and how british people are all drunken twatfaces. sadly international students tend to conflate 'british people' with 'british students'
sounds like most of the people I was at school with. Those who had no hope of getting into Oxbridge, UCL, Edinburgh etc. seem to end up in places like Newcastle, Manchester and Leeds, but only after experiencing the wonder of all the full moon parties in Thailand of course.