"Sorry, I'm not a fresher."
"Sorry I'm not a fresher."
These, the words of my quick fire response to being hounded to join a society of some description, whilst I walked back through campus on my way home.
What I'm certain of are the words that I spoke.
What I'm not certain of (now) is where the emphasis lay in the utterance...
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God, don't you just feel so OLD this year? All the freshers literally look like they're 14 years old. I am such a grandma.
ReplyDeleteIt's unnerving! Did we actually look like that three years ago?
ReplyDeleteYou can see the naivety in their eyes...
Haha, the joy of having thousands of pounds literally given to you... little knowing the debt and misery you will be in in a couple of months' time! Lord, I'm on campus now and it is absolutely mobbed. Yeurch.
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