This week I am mostly standing back and shaking my head in disbelief at the behaviour of a disparate collection of human beans in one place. Yes folks, I am at Uni this week.
Apparently when you go to University you loose the ability to flush the toilet, speak politely to other people, sit together at mealtimes and act your age. Apparently when you go to University you revert back to the school sub-type you were assigned to.
Well not me, I don't forget the fact that I am an adult with my own personality and opinions without the need to adopt sheep conformation to keep a bunch of strangers I shall never meet again happy. And it is with some satisfaction that I can look down upon the mob who seem unable to smile unless the leader of the group deems it is appropriate.
So far this week I have been smirked at for wearing a red t-shirt - omg people, this is unforgivable in the slut fashion stakes of OU uni week. I have been disparaged for being a lone wolf and not rushing to beg to be included in the 'popular group'. I have been shushed in a lecture for whispering very quietly at the end about a course relevant to the lecture attending. I have even been eviled for taking notes, albeit on another topic, quietly and methodically with the ease of someone who hasn't stopped studying since the age dot.
Now, don't get me wrong - I don't feel hard-done-to enough to defend my position however I do find it laughable. I expect to attend the labs, the evening lectures and then visit the bar for a quiet one each and every day - there is no need to rush to excess just because you are away from your home environment. Yes you are at University but does not immediately convert you to an 18 year old who needs to get plastered every night, snog all the remotely handsome blokes and stay up until 5am making excessive noise. Yes G block, I am referring to you. First night here and they partied until 5. Consequently early morning lectures were missed which invalidates attendance which affects your ability to pass the course. The second to last ever summer school that the Open University will ever run. Is the opportunity to run away from your life so appealing that you think nothing of throwing your hard studied degree away? It doesn't make much sense to me but then what do I know.
I know who I am. I might moan about the size of the packaging from time to time but I am comfortable with who I am, what I am like and what I stand for. I don't need to adopt a fake persona to fit in with a bunch of people I am never going to see again. Allow me to float through my residential week without pigeon holing me or relegating me to 'waste of space'. I am me and you can't touch me.