The STUDENT Years pt1


For the eyes of future historians and intellects ONLY!


Mother accompanied me to the station today to see me away to University. I am the first Human to be attending an establishment of further education. She cried of course, although to be fair I don’t think it had anything to do with my leaving. Still this didn’t stop it causing me quite the degree of discomfort and embarrassment as she broke down in floods on the platform. Not for the first time I was reduced to holding her in the sleeper position until she passed out and I was free to board the train.

Father was as ever noticeable by his absence. I wonder if he even knows where I have gone. Still as I sit here and write this on the train, I feel free. Free from the shackles of my ignorant colleagues and friends back home. And free to engage with like minded scientific souls in a more learned environment.


Dear diary – where have I come?!!? So there is something called Fresher’s Week. And it would appear to consist of boorish young drunks falling in and out of the student union,  usually in each others arms, off no doubt to try and copulate with each other, before another round of drinks and vomiting. Darwin forbid I actually came here to learn something.

I tried to engage one of these oafs in conversation earlier – your standard discussion about the DNA double helix consisting of two long polymers of simple units called nucleotides. Apparently this was enough to warrant labelling me a ‘homosexual’, clearly wrong, although in all fairness he was correct about the ‘Speccy’ aspect of my appearance.

I fear my dear journal – that perhaps University life is not what I had hoped it might be. If only  somewhere  in this vast institute, there should be some single like minded individual…


Apparently not.


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