I’ll try to post as per my usual pace from now on.It has been a long week,perhaps the longest and hardest in my life,but for the sake of my dreams,I cannot let these obstacles I’ve come across get over me.If need be,I’ll seek help.
During the week-end before I reached university I was really dazzled by London.I had been there before when I was a kid and obviously forgot mostly everything I saw,so it was like a wholly new experience to visit such a lovely and busy capital again.An altercation between a member of the EDL – which was holding a demonstration before the Prime Minister’s Office – and a civilian was perhaps the only smudge on my memories of my days there.
My Dad accompanied me to the university for the first week – well,he stayed in a ‘lodge’ at Canterbury.He wanted some vacations and also wished to show me the procedures that one goes through when boarding a plane.I quickly caught a cold as the weather in England,although it is not winter yet,is a far cry from that in Mauritius.Also as said in my previous post,it was hard to get some good reading on the first days as the guys were partying till late in the night.
On my first night at university,I was invited to a drinking game.Once I understood the rules of that game,which was hard to do,I saw it as very ridiculous.If you know that game,then yes,the pigs were drunk and drinking some bizarre mixture (including chilly and Pringles) literally like dogs – there is a rule which states that you should drink only with your mouth and without your hands.Also the kitchen was teeming with people from other parts of the campus.I don’t drink and am far from being a party animal,so I had a hard time there.Besides nobody was getting my name right.
On the second day,there was another party,but (luckily) I was not invited.They probably understood that I was not of their kind.At three o’clock in the morning however,I was awakened by a terrible ringing noise which was none other emitted by the fire alarm.Security guards started banging on our doors and everybody from the block had to gather outside in the cold immediately.The guards took a while to find the cause of the incident,so we shivered in our pyjamas,waiting.It turned out that a stupid girl had left her hairdryer switched on in the kitchen! (Can you believe this?)
Day Four.A Bangladeshi joined our corridor.Others apparently told him how I was,as he came knocking at my door and told me to come in the kitchen more often.That day was pretty cool as I received my second-hand Folio books in fine condition! I went to the kitchen in an attempt to chat with my neighbours and was disappointed to see one of them already drunk.I finally got to see all my neighbours together and was quiet surprised to see that all of them,minus the Bangladeshi who was absent,are British – one is Welsh.They asked me some questions and were shocked when I told them I had no girlfriend,as I have other priorities.When I stated that if a girl in my country sleeps around before being 18,people will inevitably call her names.This further baffled them and one even asked if there were ‘arranged marriages’ where I live! I also started chatting with a rather cool guy who was much interested in Mauritius and the culture.And yes,they were all very unimpressed when I said I read a lot.
Day Five.I came to the kitchen at night and was told that the Bangladeshi’s food was partly eaten and then dumped by someone presumably from outside.I was annoyed because parties were not supposed to be held in that kitchen – which only the 8 of us could access – but surprisingly the new guy didn’t mind much.At the moment I’m typing,he is probably drunk and shouting how much he loves UK somewhere on the campus; yeah,he too is a party animal.
Day Six.They again made noise at night.I was disgusted by their disrespect shown to those who were in their rooms (apparently me alone).They set up a Ping Pong table on the corridor and the balls were irritatingly knocking at my walls.The rule of this game is that you drink a tall beer every time you lose….
Day Seven.At night,all the idiots went to a ball and returned at three or four in the morning.They were drunk as hell and I heard people having to carry their friends – they could not walk properly and bumped on the doors.The girls were also crazy and a heavy footed one was running and screaming,”I want you to fuck me in the vagina.” My sleep came to an abrupt end and my right eye is still hurting as a result.
Day Eight.Today.They are all seemingly tired and none is going out tonight.I was in the kitchen today to socialize,but they barely spoke to me.I tried to start some silly conversations with them,but as I’m not good at that,it was to no avail.I was particularly annoyed when a girl who was packing her ”Chilli Con Carne” told me that the food was for her boyfriend who was coming (again) on Wednesday and maybe another time I would taste it. ”Not this one though”,she said,thinking I was eyeing her food.
All in all,I’m disgusted I have locals as neighbors.They are truly despicable and ill-mannered,which I didn’t expect,as the British people outside are disciplined and lovely.These kids take education for granted as they benefit from unearned allowances which make them easily go to a university – they are living the dream of many people around the world.I was quite disheartened to see that they picked a course randomly just to have some years without their parents.But what shocked me most was their ill-manners.Licking a strainer after using it, belching like a pig and laughing afterwards,drinking directly from the bottle of Pepsi and then putting it back after on the table,are some of the many things which irritated me.Whatever happened to UK’s youth I wonder.They have no ambition and seem more interested in partying like crazy and acting married with their boyfriends…. (I better not start with the boys)
I guess I will forever be grateful to my parents for spending their money on a meal plan that ensures that I will have lunch and dinner from the university’s countless shops.Oh,I know I must have offended some British people,but the youth is as it is,and I won’t say otherwise.Mothers and mothers-to-be,please see that you inculcate the proper manners to your kids,for one day their actions will coincide with others’ lives; show your kids some respect and self-respect,some manners,and some table etiquettes.
I never thought that my principles in my life – that of not drinking,smoking,or partying like a pig – would one day alienate me from others.But oh well,Nieztsche,who died more than a century ago,once said:
The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.