My Freshers’ Week

by nouse | October 10th, 2007

Anne-Marie Canning- YUSU President:

Being such a chatterbox, it wasn’t really the partying which got me in Freshers’ Week. It was the staying-up-chatting-till-6am-about-absolute-rubbish! My excessive chatting culminated in a shaky tired fresher being sent home from Freshers’ Ball, much to my embarrassment! I also lost my voice and was ordered to stop talking by my doctor. (To the relief of my new flatmates I should imagine!) The main thing is to pace yourself, try and get some sleep so you can enjoy all the events and fun! In the meanwhile my voice has returned, so come and say hi!

Jamie Tyler - Derwent JCRC Chair:

I’m not proud of everything that happened in Freshers’ Week but I’m certainly not ashamed. It all started innocently with another mother dropping off another nervy fresher. After is a bit of a blur. The first two nights were lost to alcoholic amnesia; all I know is I woke up with more phone numbers than faces. I found people I felt more comfortable around, before Derwent’s infamous ‘Slag n Drag’ came round; my night as a lady, in a bizarre twist of fate, ended as the night I became a man. The weekend saw Fresh, and the start of a romance. Quite a week!

Chris Cowan - Langwith student:

Funny how my first week could centre around one person and their penis. And I hear he’s no Ron Jeremy. It was pretty much his introduction (after a few drinks) to us - announcing his small appendage and his even smaller bladder. Campus became not a collection of colleges, but rather various sites on which he’d had to relieve said bladder, meanwhile daring us to peek at his trouser-worm. His particular ‘favourite’ was the bridge from Market Square to the library. Classy stuff. Funny who you meet though - two years later and I’m still living with him.