The first day that I walked onto campus, I thought I had made a terrible mistake. This all seemed a long way from home, and I'm not referring to mere miles.
I registered my paperwork with the front office, then explored the Student Union. All around me were people with middle class accents and conservative clothes. They didn't speak to me.
After a couple of hours of wandering around with a growing sense of dread, I found a quiet spot, hidden from the world behind towering metal bins. Perched on a low wall, I assessed my options. They appeared bleak.
I'd given up a job for this. I was staring three years further education in the face, amongst people who weren't my sort of people. I'm not ashamed to say that I shed a couple of tears.
Then a voice piped up, making me jump. "Hey! What's all this fuss about?" His was a broad Scouse accent. He was further away from home than me.
I was so startled that it didn't even occur to me to question what he was doing hiding behind the bins too. (It turned out later, after several months had sealed our friendship into such confessions, that he was doing exactly the same thing as me. Standing there panicking!)
After chatting for a bit, we decided to move this conversation into the bar. The building no longer felt half so intimidating, now that I had someone with whom to chat about the enormity of the situation.
Paul became my first friend in this brave, new world. He was by no means my last. Some of the people I met there are still my closest allies over twenty years later.






You can't hide behind your music forever on campus. Nor should you. That's just for walking in. The real value is in meeting new people and broadening your horizons.




Two of my friends came out at university. They had been reluctant to be so open back home, surrounded by people they knew and loved. So far away, they were able to be themselves without such restrictions.




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JoHarringtonJun 27, 2012
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JoHarringtonJun 24, 2012
Those first weeks is just breaking the ice. After that, you get to find out who are going to be your great friends.
I forgot to mention places like the refectory/cafe. That's where everyone relaxes, so it's a good place to make friends. LOL I love your spoon story!
EmberJun 23, 2012
I wanted to answer your I made friends when I...but none of my answers make any sense really. Be forced to live with someone, how my old roomie and I became friends despite strongly...disliking each other at first. ...Erm, walk into people's dorms unannounced. Weird things like that. Although, some of my favorite days on campus was eating in the caf, because in general my uni always had a welcoming atmosphere, and I could walk up to any table of people and have lunch with a group of acquaintances. Plus all of the best activities happened in the caf...Like we had these large round tables that could seat, comfortable 10-13 people. So of course we'd go to lunch and when people would come in we'd hail them to sit with us, to see just how many people we could cram into sitting at one table. Our record was 24 or something like that. And another tradition was spooning the boys. If a boy managed to sit at those round tables, and all of the other open seats at that table were filled with girls only, everyone in the caf would get up and give the guy a spoon. Ah, college :D
JoHarringtonJun 19, 2012
Lucas - Ah! You bumped into the people who are looking for the grades over experience. Fair play to them. Now you have to make similar choices. Good luck to you too. <3
LucasJun 19, 2012
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