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Looking around campus today, all I saw was tired and pretty unsatisfied faces, and although the reason behind this may have been that it was indeed 8:45am on a post Bridge/Lava Tuesday morning, I have reason to believe that the dreaded mid-semester blues are dutifully making their rounds. Now for those of you unacquainted with this shitty little phenomenon, this part of the academic year is (apparently) the most likely time for students to drop out of university *sob!* The fresher’s fun is all but over and the novelty of moving away from home and being in university can start to wear a little thin. Reality hits like a ten tonne bus, and you suddenly realise that you really do have to look after yourself, feed yourself because if you don‘t you will become dead, wash yourself! (very important! If you disregard all other advice, But never fear young fresher, rejoice even…or not, whatever, for The View From The Afternoon is here! Amongst other university professionals of course. Believe it or not, there is an abundance of people in and around the university, whose sole aim in life is to listen to you whinge and whine about your friends/halls/boyfriend/girlfriend/assignments/tutors/lectures/that one lecturer that seems to hate you/your family, it can be anything really, just keep it clean people! Let’s not tarnish their pure little minds, so no regaling what you got up to at Fuzzy’s last night. Make an appointment with a lecturer you like, or go see your academic advisor and let’s get this whole mess straightened out. Alternatively, you can sit in your room, gazing out the window at the rain with a pensive yet tortured expression, whilst writing your feelings into a diary or maybe some poetry…okay so that’s not likely to work out for most people but hey, The View From The The bottom line is, if you’re having trouble go see someone and get it fixed, moping around will get you nowhere. Cheer yourself up, go out on the raz (yep, I just said raz ha!) rally some mates up and get mashed whilst dancing til your face actually melts. Nothing could cheer you up more. And let’s face it, university is better than being dragged kicking and screaming into the big, bad world, you get three years to have some fun, make some friends, and learn some stuff. So whatever you do, don’t for christ’s sake hide in your room sobbing your eyes out, whilst nursing a bottle of vodka and slurring into your carton of Ben & Jerry’s. It’s..well it’s just not attractive really. Editor's Note: If none of these things help, and you are starting to feel more than just sad at the sight of another torrential rainstorm, lectures and general life things the good people of The Mill on Cowley Road are here to get you through such a situation. Visit them at 46 Cowley Road, www.oxfordshire-mind.org.uk/mill.htm, or call them at 01865 263 758. |
