It was a glorious day on Sunday, and I decided to go for a wander outside to enjoy the weather. Across the road there were a group of five people who were moving into a house. Everything about them screamed ‘student,’ from the items that they were carrying out of a small white van, to the way that they were dressed, and it made me smile, particularly when they sat outside with bottles of beer and cigarettes after they had finished. Watching those people (while doing my best not be be obvious as a nosey neighbour, which I blatantly am) brought back memories of student days. I remember the student accommodation I lived in during my first year…
Then I realised something – it was fourteen years ago that I started university.
I did everything a little differently to most of my friends after sixth form college (for 16 – 18 year olds) had finished. Instead of applying to a university, I knew that I wanted to go to a music conservatoire instead – I had played the violin for ten years by that point and had decided that my dream career was to be a session musician – and so I took a gap year so I could audition, earn some extra cash and spend a little more time studying baroque instruments with my A Level music teachers. My audition was on 6th November 2000 in Birmingham (I’ve never forgotten the date for some reason), I fell in love with the city and was I ecstatic when I was offered a scholarship for the following September. The first thing that I did after receiving my acceptance letter was to visit the local Woolworths (which those of you over thirty in the UK will remember) and purchase two cooking pans, a matching plate and bowl and a cheap cutlery set, despite it being ten months before I was going to move away. I worked as a supervisor in a nightclub during the week and every time I got paid, I bought something else.
Ten months later, I was standing in my Halls of Residence. My belongings had fit into the back of a Ford Mondeo (eventually, after my father had inevitably lost his temper), my sisters had grunted a goodbye at me and we had made a two and a half hour journey where my mother was trying not to cry. My box room was part of a shared accommodation with nine other people – there was a bathroom per two rooms, with a single kitchen and lounge area. The building was old, my bathroom was mouldy, my mattress had a plastic covering on it and there were cigarette stains on the ceiling of my bedroom from the previous tenant. My mother (who has always been a clean-freak) was quietly trying not to have a heart-attack at the state of the place, discretely taking out cleaning products and scrubbing brush and blitzing everything that she could get her hands on, despite my protestations. There was a welcome pack hung on my door – it contained a Pot Noodle, some lollies, some stationary and a condom, which caused my mother to freak out even more.
After they had left, I went to the window and had a cigarette while I surveyed my new territory – my parents didn’t know that I smoked at that point and it was the first time where I didn’t have to worry about the smell being obvious. In fact, it was the first time where I could do anything I wanted – it was an overwhelming feeling of freedom. Within an hour I had unpacked everything. Looking back, I realise how little I had in the way of possessions – I had no TV or computer and my phone was a Nokia 3210 (which I affectionately called the brick). There was no Internet, no Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest or Instagram – they didn’t exist – all I had was a CD player and a stack of CD’s, my kitchen items, a mirror, my clothes, a hair dryer and brush, some make up, bed linen, towels, my favourite twenty books and a couple of memory boxes that I had created over the years. I adorned the walls with photographs of friends and family and posters of my favourite singers. I made my bed and finished the cleaning that my mother had started, and then went to the pub with some of my new housemates.
I can honestly say that that point was the cleanest it was all year…
I regret that I have no photographs of that little room, because what followed was one of the happiest years of my life. It was small, it was basic, but it was mine, and I bloody loved it.
What about you guys? What are your memories of student accommodation?
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Made me think of my schooling 🙂
I loved watching them yesterday – I hope they didn’t see me as they would think I’m some sort of stalker!
Probably not, at least I hope the beer was distracting enough! I doubt they thought anything if it if they noticed, I mean when people move in, we snoop. It’s natural!
I already have one neighbour who thinks Im a stalker haha!
that just means they are interesting… At least that’s what I would tell them if I got caught!
Haha! There’s one bloke who seems to always be in the same place I am, and I knew who he was through a mutual friend. When I said hello he looked me really strange and now he avoids me whenever he sees me!
Oh my! Talk about deciding something without provocation! I take it back- they aren’t really *that* interesting!
I spent this past weekend at my 20th reunion. My university roommate and I stayed together on campus in a new dormitory featuring apartments. We agreed our school experience would have been much different if we had lived in a such a nice place twenty years ago. But we loved our room – even with the ant infestation, the neighbors with bad hygiene and the moldy bathroom. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
Haha! We had silverfish and bed bugs… It isn’t student life without our insect friends!
I lived in so many different places while at university that one day I got off the bus and started walking home when I realized it was to the wrong home. And I’d taken the wrong bus in the first place.
At another apartment shared with 2 other girls, we had to turn on the oven about 45 minutes before we wanted to cook anything to make sure the cockroaches were well roasted. I almost never cooked there. Actually, I almost never ate either, because I had so little money. But I was thin and now I’m not.
Looking back, I wish I’d studied harder, had a better plan and a better idea what I wanted to do with my life. I struggled to work and attend college and make friends, including my first serious boyfriend (so glad I didn’t marry him!) It took too many years beyond my uni experience to figure out who I really was.
Now I know that what I wanted then was not what I want now, (except I always wanted kids and am so proud of my two sons) so I’m still growing and changing and learning and hoping to be “successful” in my new endeavors.
I’ve done that bus thing too! I never had t deal with cockroaches, just silverfish and someone in halls had bed bugs. When I moved into my first student house there were ants, woodlice and I had a phantom slug that always left trails but I could never catch it! Yours sounds horrific! I totally agree – university was where I started my new life but it has only been in the last few years where I have actually figured out who I want to be… Thanks for your lovely comment as always Sharon!
I could pretty much write this same post almost word for word, except it will be 18 years ago for me this year. That’s scarier. Also we didn’t even have mobile phones at all back then. In fact I think I will eventually write a post about it. Again, the following year spent there was one of the best of my life – mouldy milk being dropped down flights of stairs, fire extinguisher fights and tennis with frying pans and tomatoes are just the tip of that iceberg lol
We threw some spaghetti at the wall when we were drunk in the first term. It was still stuck there nearly a year later when we moved out haha!
Are we having a competition here? We stole an industrial wheely bin for our living room rather than have to keep emptying a small one. It stank!
I wasn’t…but you’re on now! One of the girls in the flat above me had to be taken to hospital after losing half a pint of blood to bed bugs…
Some pulled our oven door too rough and it came off so instead of getting it fixed it was chucked out the window
One of the girls in the flat opposite couldn’t afford to pay for drugs, so she started sleeping with a local dealer with a spider web tattooed on his forehead. Other people wanted drugs too so they gave him the code to the doors. The police were called and we weren’t allowed out of our rooms until they hunted this guy down
During my first week a car ran over my feet
Is it wrong that I laughed out loud at that?
Yes it is. Did you not know that I actually don’t have feet ever since that tragic day?
My housemate came back drunk and vomited on the floor outside his bedroom. He didn’t remember doing it and left it there for nearly a week, thinking it was someone else’s until one of the girls shouted at him to clean it up
And finally (because it’s nearly midnight and I need to go to bed), our housemate often went out to raves and came back with a different bloke while she was off her face on ketamine, where she would proceed to have noisy sex with them. One night she woke everyone up and the boys thought it would be fun to see who could throw oranges at her door the hardest. There was orange splatter on her door for the rest of the year…
Haha, and my final one is door related. I once took everyone’s room doors off their hinges and swapped them over. No one could figure out why their keys didn’t work. Oh those were the days lol
Yup, that’s amazing… That must have taken you hours!
I was a student. I didn’t have anything else to do did I? Plus it was just a case of lifting them off rather than unscrewing anything
Ah right. Good security then…
I spilt yoghurt on the carpet and we realised that using deodorant and a lighter cleans it up much better and it’s much more fun than using carpet shampoo
Oh my god that’s brilliant! I might not try that on my carpets, I’ll just take your word for it
The beds were tiny, but I loved my dorm and the people who lived in it with me. I was also President of the Residence Hall’s Student Government my junior and senior years, so I have a real soft spot for that place. 🙂
We didn’t have presidents or anything like that… The biggest issue we had was who to argue with to take their stuff out of the laundry so we could use the machines haha!
As President, I would have sent in mt military to empty all the washers. 🙂
Great post! My experience was the thrill of it all. My first time at a school out of town and I got to experience dorm rooms and a huge campus! The room was so small, but it was mine and it was awesome! 😀 14 years ago and you still remember, WOW! I probably will forget some details in 14 years, that’s just my memory tho lol
I’ve been out of university much longer than you and I still miss it. I loved the comraderie of the shared living space and the idea that any kind of crazy fun could break out any minute. If I win the lottery I may go back. I sort of am now as the book I’m writing is centered on a university student.
Ah, I started uni in the same year! can relate to a lot of this, especially the Nokia brick 🙂 happy memories.
They don’t make them like they used to haha! I dropped that phone so many times and there wasn’t a scratch on it!