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Didn't see you pop in. Nice to meet you too. What am I doing here you ask? Well, basically I’m creating a blog with no clear structure or goals. Why is that you ask? Because well….I have no clear structure or goals in life yet have been asked to create a blog. Are my opinions worth following you may wonder? Well, probably not, but sure have a bit of a look and if it’s not for you then no harm done right? If it is for you then I gladly welcome all comments, feedback and monetary tokens of appreciation.  As a student who embraces student life far more than studies this blog will be devoted to the general musings of a student, particularly a student in Cork. Sure we’ll see how this goes…

It may interest you to know who I am…well ok then. I’m a Commerce student studying in UCC. (*Feel free to judge my lack of soul here). I was born at a very young age and have since got older. My interests include:  sleeping in, talking nonsense, watching Fair City (*The greatest accidental comedy known to man…a topic which I’m sure I will dive into on a later date) and generally being an uncontributing member of society. My disinterests include: Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain. Seriously, the drink is too milky and the rain is too pneumonia inducing for my liking. So there we have it, it’s like we’re best friends now. Ok maybe not best friends, but at least acquaintances that will awkwardly nod at one another if we met on the street. Fantastic!

So yes there we have it. A blog about general student activates. Now I’m not referring to activates such as ‘Today I attended a Chess Club Meeting. We played chess.’ But more things that are significant only to a student, for it must be said, we are a grand race altogether. We can do things no other grouping of people can do and are judged for things no other grouping of people would be judged. This morning for example I was rushing for work. It being a bitterly cold morning I decided to bring a cup of tea with me. Of course I didn’t have a flask however, that would be far too prepared, so as I watched my watch bearing in mind the bus times, I quickly scanned the kitchen for any object that would suffice as a tea holding apparatus. Choosing a large red plastic cup as my ‘flask’ off I went happily to the bus. (Well…not happily it was still morning and I was going to work….but less miserably we’ll say). Standing at the bus stop, cradling my red plastic cup for dear life (…it’s warmth provided lovely tea happiness as well as a replacement for gloves…) I thought nothing unusual of my appearance. This however was not the case to my ever-friendly bus driver whom upon pulling up threw me evil eyes like none other. For a moment I pondered had I accidentally misplaced my cup with a keg of radioactive material to have deserved such a look…when it hit me. My red plastic cup was the token symbol of college parties. This although a Hollywood stereotype had clearly clicked with my bus driver, who for moment considered whether or not to ask me what was in the cup. Because of this red cup it was assumed I was a wild college student on my way home from/heading to some ‘rocking’ college party…even though it was 7 am, I was in a wooly jumper and clearly very painfully sober.  Had I not been a student I strongly believe this would not have been the case. Had I waited at the bus stop suited up, briefcase in one hand and red plastic cup in the other I probably would have been complimented on my flask making  initiative. But alas no. As a student I was judged.

Not for students. Especially students who like tea.

These are the obstacles students must overcome, the stereotypes assumed upon them and the obliviousness we are to the judging looks of the outside world. Not that I am complaining, I am happy to be in our bubble safe from realities of mortgages or whether or not I remembered to play the group’s syndicate lotto. So for as long as I remember to post this blog I shall delve into the weirdly wonderful world of a student and I invite you to join me, interact with my posts and generally have a bit of a rant. Sure it’s great fun to have a rant. Especially if everyone agrees with you. Then you feel very smart. Very smart indeed.