A living nightmare
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“Live with us next year if you want” These are the words that were vomited out my mouth at 3am one morning at a girl, of who I was friends with at the time. Never, had such poorly thought through words left my lips. Thinking back I now know that my decision of who to live with was irresponsible and careless. However, at the time I actually gave little thought as to how the future living arrangements may actually play out and my lack of for thought was to have drastic consequences for my third and final year at university. My living arrangements for my final year involved living with seven other people of which three of us were guys and five were girls. I had lived one of the boys and two of the girls the year previously and we had all had a right good laugh. On paper this should all have worked out, we all knew each other and we all got on. So how and where did it all go so very wrong? During my second year I had been quite partial to the hedonistic aspect of student life. The long and the short of it being if there were gold medals being handed out for partying, I would have won my fair share. However, come summer and some less than flattering exam results I knew it was time to clean up my act, embrace relative sobriety and the commit myself to the aim of achieving a first class degree with the same tenacity that I had dedicated to my social life the previous year. This all sounds well and good, however it quickly became apparent from September onwards that my new revitalised, clear headed and relatively sober self would not be compatible in the house. During the phase that I now call the ‘period of awful realisation’ that I went through over the summer I realised, to put it simply, I was living with complete idiots. The people I was living with had such poor social ability they would surely qualify for some sort of personality disorder. Either that or they could most possibly be considered to be feral.
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