It's strange how one tiny thing can really change your perspective on people, and the bigger picture those people make.
When I was off university because of the snow, our short fictions lecturer declared presentations galore. So people drifted into the usual sort of groups, only two guys were left alone. Those two also happen to be fabulous friends. Two of us were absent that day, and so assigned to their group. I only found out about all of this a week later, and we arranged a meeting to figure out what we were actually going to present.
Our group consisted of myself, Ben - who I've believed to be one of the funniest people in our class, Alex who I always figured was Ben's sidekick and Lewis who I've worked with a couple of times. It was like the most unlikely group in the entire world, but it worked. We spent a couple of hours trying to decide on what to do for the subject of character, and after so much deliberation we came up with a total piss take of Twilight with relevant character profiles woven in for revision. So I re-wrote the four books, and we practised a few times, and promised to have our lines learned for this past Monday. So, Monday came. I was just on the train arriving in Derby and Alex phoned. Ben, our Jacob Black, had broken his ankle at American football training. Honestly, I thought it was all a joke to get us panicked up. But on arrival at uni, Alex wasn't lying at all. So the three of us spent our practice time trying to figure out what the hell we were going to do. We couldn't draft in another Jacob, knowing no one would quite do it the justice Ben did it. We couldn't write Jacob out of it, I mean, he's a hugeeee part of the whole thing. So we had no other option. Lewis was adamant about going to their house and begging Ben to come in and do it, so off we went, Alex drove us all the way to their house, only to find, Ben had gone home.
By this point, the three of us were in total despair. Our presentation that we'd been so confident and excited about was ruined. We headed back to uni, Radio 1 rubbing more salt in the wound by playing us one of Oasis' more depressing songs. We sat in total silence. That was before heading straight for the SU and drinking on empty stomachs. Wonderfully giddy, we headed up to short fictions. Moy forced us to work with what we had, after we told her we didn't want anyone else to be Jacob. We played on the sob story and tried, only to recieve rather uncalled for comments from the rest of the class. Cheers, guys.
But, my point is, I think my cut throat attitude to university is slowly dissolving. Back in September I was going to head in there all guns blazing, taking no shit off anyone, and getting my head down. But now, after being thrown in the deep end, I've found out the class dynamics, I know who's really friends with who and what goes on underneath those friendly exteriors everyone attempts to keep up. I'm talking to more people. Granted, I don't consider any of them my bff's or anything like that, it's just nice. It's nice to have a foot in the door that I can remove any time I wish. I can talk to people and have a laugh with them. I can get subtle revenge on those who've ripped my work to shreds and dented my confidence.
Shocker, Laura might actually be getting attached to her classmates.
