There truely are times that I wonder about the sanity of my decision in going to university now. It's not that i'm old - I'm 23, and it's not that I'm not coping - I am. It's just that the menial, 'oh-my-god-i-just-got-out-of-high-school' and the 'i'm-totally-gonna-take-you-to-coffee-when-I-have-my-liscence' coversations are driving me insane.
I honestly could not give two shits that someone in our lecture told your friends (who you don't own by the way) stories about you and has subsequently stolen/taken them away from you. FYI - you cannot own a person, unless of course you are into slavery or bribery, but judging from the fact that you're at university it is unlikely that you condone either (but really, who knows?)
Secondly, because we have the same major does not make us 'soul-mates' - I'm sorry if it dissappoints you that I'm not going to rush out and buy friendship bangles on the mere fact that we study the same subjects - shock and horror, so do abouth 50 000 other people, and wearing 50 000 friendship bangles would prove to be quite difficult - so no, we are not 'soul mates.'
And Thirdly, sitting next to me and bitching about 'all the older people in first year' and the fact that it's 'just weird,' may not be the best opener to converstaion with me. When I reveal my age, you get embaressed and promptly disappear and avoid me like the plague for the rest of term. In truth, your expression was rather entertaining and if I had a camera there at the time, I would have promptly recoreded it for all to see and labelled it 'idiocy 101.'
Nevertheless, I have found much comic relief in dealing with these people, although to be fair - I am holding out that the next person who asks me on a date is not 'nearly 18'. There does, however seem to be an elite sort of bunch of 'older' students in 1st year which I have promptly aligned myself with.
I have no doubt that my next four years are going to be interesting.
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