I still remember my first day as a Loughborough fresher… nudity and banter soon filled the air and with eyes wide open I descended upon three years of being alarmingly irresponsible and so very content about it! Countless prelashes and consequent death marches to Mcdonalds, endless lectures, numerous meaningless kisses and “ooo your sex is on fire’s” later… here I am, standing in a gown. In my hand lies a piece of paper that should theoretically open up the golden doors of employment. But of course, reality is relative and only time will tell whether the existence of my degree success has any bearing on where I will eventually end up! All I know is that my time at Loughborough University has taken me to the very corners of my smile. At eighteen years of age and before Loughborough, I thought I knew everything about everything. Needless to say, three weeks into sharing a bathroom with 3 Rugby Lads even Cilit Bang couldn’t save me! I grew up just outside of London and as a stranger to these Midlands, the thumping baseline of my heart was strong and hungry for change. And change I found! After meeting so many different people both the obnoxious and charismatic alike, I have learnt more about myself than ever before. I have lived in Loughborough for three years now and with each year I’ve seen ignorance transcend to knowledge, regret to wisdom and tequila shots to hangovers!
So as I graduated through the snow and clapping, with a self-indulgent sigh of relief I reflected on lboro, looga barooga, luffland, lobro or most fittingly “the bubble”… and sunk comfortably back into my chair knowing my love affair with this scruffy little town is not over just yet... Hello Masters (goodbye student loan, hi5 extreme poverty!)
tbc…
Kirstie Eden
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