Friday, 16 May 2014

#2 Surviving Uni: Essential items you won’t realise you need till you get there!

Since I currently seem to be brimming with ideas about all things university related, I shall once again impart all the guru like wisdom that a 19 year old 1st year student can have.  Listen up class, today’s topic shall be covering… ESSENTIAL ITEMS YOU NEED TO TAKE WITH YOU BUT NEVER THOUGHT OF.  God I’m so witty and catchy.

Lets crack on then.


1) A FAN.  

This is most definitely my number 1.  Numero uno.  Hashtaggetitnow.  I cannot stress how getting my fan back to uni altered my life completely.  Let’s paint a pretty little picture shall we?:

Satan, himself, designed my room, while sitting, all wrapped up in a duvet in the middle of the Sahara desert, hot chocolate in hand.  It is hot.  Unbearably so.  Apparently there’s something wrong with the radiator but after the fixy-uppy people came, the room still has me sweating on entry.  Seriously, I have guests over and they leave with a tan.

Therefore, the life saver that is my fan keeps everything more bearable.  You’re probably thinking to yourself ‘but Gina my sweaty friend, what if my uni is cutting costs and so I do not inherit a room/oven with prospects of third degree burns?  Won’t I then just be wasting the already very limited amount of space/box I have been cursed with for the upcoming year?’.  NO.

Let me educate you young fledglings about the ways of some adolescent, suddenly very free horny 19 year old guys and gals.  They have loud, very bed banging naughty time, right opposite your head.  What the fan does is drown out their sinful sounds with the constant droning, whizzing *insert fan noise here*.  It’s much easier to sleep to.  Trust me.

If you’re still not convinced I shall pose a last desperate point in the hope that you will realise my god-like wisdom and proceed.  Over the last two weeks, as the weathers suddenly bucked its ideas up and the sun’s popped out, my fan has been on continuously.  ‘Why not open a window’ you may ask.  ‘Are you on the bottom floor and concerned all your worldly belongings will go walkabouts?’.  Nope.  Two words. 

Fly sex.

My window seems to have become some sort of Westeros whore house over the last fortnight with up to 30 winged couples consummating the summer simultaneously.  If anyone wants to turn their room into the insect equivalent of a brothel, they merely have to open their windows and count to ten.

So, if I’ve convinced you then go buy a cheap ass fan (my friend picked one up for a fiver at a charity shop).  Ask your parents if first becuase it’s pretty likely they’ve got one hoarded away in the attic somewhere.  I promise you that after bringing mine back from home, life was 8 million times more bearable and I can’t stress it enough!


I got these socks for Christmas, be jealous!
2) SOCKS

Go to Primark and buy all the socks.  DO IT.  You may think your current drawful of socks at home is enough, but you are most mistaken.  Here’s the low down:

As a student you suddenly reach the financial status of *poor*.  Washing machines and drying machines are a luxury, normally enjoyed once a term if you play your cards right.  After reaching uni, I immediately realised that socks and knickers were what I would run out of the most quickly.  Jeans can be worn time and time again if you reframe from jumping in the puddles and spritz ‘em with spray.  You’ve probably brought a bunch of T-Shirts with you and, depending on your tendency to lean towards a sweaty betty like persona, you can get a couple of wears out of each.

What's the one thing you change every day?  Your socks and pants.  If you take 20 pairs of socks, that’s less than three week supply!  The terms 10 weeks!  Think about it and thank me later.

Bonus tip! Buy all black socks to increase pairing efficiency by 67%.  You’re a big girl now – Mummy’s not there to do it for you anymore.
Go to Primark and buy all the socks.


3) Draws

You would not believe the frustration of getting to uni and finding out your cupboard/wardrobe/draw space is beyond pitiful.  Over the Christmas break I brought back a set of old draws my mum was going to throw out and it made the world of difference.  My wardrobe has finally stopped threatening to burst and the solitary 3-draw unit no longer looks like it’s about to give way.  Hurray!



Lasty but not leastly….
4) Photocopies of passport and EHIC stored in your email

Yes the real thing may be handy too but photocopies already made and saved can set aside a world of hassle.

What with the fact you are now a crazy free individual starting up a new life in the city of London/Manchester/*insert university location here*, you need them ready at a moment’s notice.

Next week you might be off to Argentina with the canoe club or hitchhiking in France on a jail break.  YOU JUST DON’T KNOW!  Don’t miss out on opportunities and be that lame guy who gets left behind just because you’re unprepared.  I myself joined the officer cadets and underwater hockey club.  Why the Octopush team wanted my passport details, I’ll never know…


Phew long post!  Hope this has been slightly helpful to some of you.  Of course, I have not included my zombie apocalypse survival pack but that goes without saying ;)

Peace out lovelies, I’m off to revise a cheeky bit of Tort law.  Joy.


Gina xx

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