A student's life for me

Crikey! Two University themed posts in as many weeks!

Well, as you may have guessed, it's that time of the week again! Another chance to read about the exciting life of me, your amazingly good looking host, Andy (well, I am if you shut your eyes, and think of some one good looking...). Anyways, I would like to tell you an epic story of hardship, late nights, and lots of work. I would like to tell you about student life!

Last week, you heard about life at one end of the spectrum - it's all glamorous nights out, with glamourous people, followed by glamourous trips to the doctor! Unfortunatly, being the sad git that I am, I know nothing of the normal student excitement, for I am chained to my laptop. Well, I do alot of work on it anyway!

One thing that really gets to me (as I'm sure regular readers will know) is working for Sainsbury's on the tills. In fact, I described working on the tills full-time this week as "a fate worse than death!" But Sainsbury's can't be all fun and games... Oh no. I have to wile away the hours of boredom with something productive. Now normally, I'd plan something for NTC, but when it got to 7 o'clock on Thursday evening, I'd planned just about all that I could plan!

Sitting there at the till, slowly contemplating suicide using a barcode reader, I realised that I could do something! I had to hand some work in Friday morning at Uni! So, I tore a blank till reciept off, and started to plan my 'lesson' (for that was the task). A work of genious.

Do you have a reciept for that sir? Another beautifully crafted bit of degree level homework!

Unfortunatly, I couldn't concentrate on my work as much as I'd like to, as these customers kept coming to my till, expecting service! Anyways, when I went home at 10 o'clock, I had a complete plan of what I wanted on the lesson plan, the resourcse that I'd need, how many staff, and what activities I'd be doing (and how long for). Of course, I wouldn't want the lecturers thinking I'd done it the night before, so I typed it up neatly on my laptop, ready to hand in (although if your reading this Matt or Reg, I guess the game's up!).

So that's how I get alot of work done. I do Uni work when I'm meant to be working at Sainsbury's, and I do NTC work, when I'm meant to be doing Uni stuff. It all works! Well, unless you're Sainsbury's, in which case, I guess you're not really getting your money's worth!

Now, another aspect of studentn life, is where we live. I live at home with parents, and get my food cooked/ burnt for me by Mum (cheers Moo if you're reading). As shocking as this sounds, some students have to really 'slum it' as they live in student houses. They're forced to burn their own food, and live in filthy conditions for the year (well, until the landlords clean the houses out spotlessly clean ready for the next year's students!).

But I learnt this week, that one of my friends does not have to lower herself to Student life. To keep this persons identity a secret, we'll call her Siobhan Todd, of Worthing, and the University of the West of England, Bristol (UWE). I think that's kept her name secret enough. Anyways, I should explain that Siobhan does an environmental course, with the Environment Agency. She only has to go to the Bristol Uni for odd weeks here and there.

So, talking to her the other day, and she told me she was at UWE this week. I said in sympathy, did you have to spend the week in halls? No. Student Housing? No. Relatives houses? No. Travel Lodge/ Holiday Inn type thing? No. Siobhan (have I named and shamed her enough yet, not that that is her real name of course...) was put up in a country house/ hotel in the countryside! She didn't even have to cook - it was full board! The Environment Agency pay for it!

Restoration: No bloke from the BBC, but I am refurbishing the roofrack of this 'classic' car.

Now, we're not just talking a farmhouse, or something subtle here! No, no. This is a full-on country manor, that businesses hire out for conferences and the like. Oh poor Siobhan (oop's the name's slipped out again). Well, I suppose all we can do is congratulate Siobhan on her choice of course... It's not like I'm going to Lazarote with Adventure Ed in January for some winter sunshine...

Finally, I'd like your help. As my trusted band of bloggers (that's you if your reading this now - even you Partario Basin, who I have no idea who you are) I listen to your comments. As many of you will know, I drive a very unique car (a 1986 Ford Escort Estate 1.4 GL). And one of the things that makes my car so special, is the very unique roofrack. The roofrack is off of a 1960's Ford Transit Van (and therefore - HUGE!). It takes up the whole length of my roof! I am refurbishing it (getting rid of the rust, and painting it). What colour should I paint it? At the moment, I'm thinking either black (like the Camel Trophy Land Rovers), or Champagne Gold (to match my car's colour). Leave a comment telling me what colour you suggest, anf why.

If you couldn't care less about what colour my roofrack is, because in 6 months you'll have crashed into me, writing the car off, why not leave me a comment warning me to keep off the road?

If you have a crazy suggestion for the colour of my roofrack (or even a sensible one), why not leave me a message, so that I can think about painting it that colour (and before you say it, no I won't be spraying it pink anytime soon...)?

[LEGAL NOTICE: Any names or places used in this post are fictional, and any resemblance to real palces or persons dead or alive is purely coincidental. Even if your name is Siobhan Todd, and you live in Worthing, and study at the University of the West of England, with the Enviorinment Agency, it is just a conicidence. Thank you.]