You see them walking across the road in packs, or even solo. They look like a strange mix between an adult and teenager, wearing things ranging from designer gym clothes to Kmart sale items. Their hair is either fabulous or a mess (I never understood quite how to make time to do the former, given that I start at 8am most days).
- A coffee mug. The best (and most expensive) friend of the University student, guarded fiercely.
- multiple assignments with coffee stains – usually printed double sided to conserve funds
- books with half written lecture notes – usually a friend has “borrowed” a few pages.
- Gum for emergencies (I.e spontaneous hookups)
And of course,
- the 10kg $200 textbook that she/he STILL hasn’t used.
Upon observing (and unfortunately interacting with) these hormonally driven beings for the better part of 3 years now. I’ve noticed the appearance of such mammals follows a seemingly predictable trend.
For females; dead set panda eyes coved dutifully with concealer, sunglasses on forehead and usually one fashion statement item, Nike or converse as the choice footwear. The same outfit is repeated on a weekly cycle – an attempt to hide the fact that the female student doesn’t have the time nor funds to afford luxuries such as clothing items – a tragedy indeed.
The typical male university student looks very similar in appearance to his fellow “sick c*%#€”, “top bloke” or “mate”, as he adresses them- (amongst other terms), the dialect of the university bogan is hard to understand, even harder to duplicate. Those of the most testosterone driven are found at the “gym” – a communal area devoted to acting like a complete ass. I’d say avoid these types.
These are of course just generalisations, there are plenty of normally normal personalities in the world. And not everyone is a sleep deprived, financially, socially and mentally drained, gym fanatic slash full time student with no fashion sense…
Oh wait, I’m just describing myself now.
I hope you all have a great week regardless, if you see me frothing at the mouth and in a seemingly terrifying state of mental stability – don’t worry.
It’s just the 4th coffee kicking in.