The student lifestyle/culture

Umm? You never see indonesia, naughty muslims drink.

Yes.

I also miss the student life. I was living at what some people may call a dorm. 50 people at 1 floor, 7 floors in total and most of those where aspirant-nurses. Being 'baptized', doing cantusses, having parties at the dorm, ... It was bliss.
Having tequila shots at one moment, blacking out and the next moment you're kissing a girl. My first night I went to the bathroom and I walked in on 2 lesbians making out. Watching 'It' with some (girl)friends and later pranking them...

And you're saying you're missing all this? Uni isn't all about studying, it's about seeking out your limits. Having a hell of a time while still balancing your workload.

Originally Posted by Peasant Phill

I also miss the student life. I was living at what some people may call a dorm. 50 people at 1 floor, 7 floors in total and most of those where aspirant-nurses. Being 'baptized', doing cantusses, having parties at the dorm, ... It was bliss.
Having tequila shots at one moment, blacking out and the next moment you're kissing a girl. My first night I went to the bathroom and I walked in on 2 lesbians making out. Watching 'It' with some (girl)friends and later pranking them...

And you're saying you're missing all this? Uni isn't all about studying, it's about seeking out your limits. Having a hell of a time while still balancing your workload.

What he says!

Which dorm were you at?

Uni was years ago for me, but it doesn't sound that different from what's being described. I went to the state Uni in my home town, so I had a lot of long-time friends still around, and we had our own social circle. Hence, we didn't party in the Uni circles very much. The fraternity/sorority scene was dominated by out-of-towners, and they tended to do a lot of stupid shyte, so we rarely went into that space. We were also smart enough to take our studies fairly seriously, so we'd study/work diligently during the week, and party up on Friday and Saturday nights, usually. We definitely did party it up though. My buddy worked at the dorms on campus and was renting a room from head administrator of the dorms, so we had a lot of freedom and influence there. We had a key to the roof and would take our lawn chairs, food and drink, and partyables up there at night with our girlfriends and have quiet fun. Despite all the debauchery I managed to keep up a 3.6 GPA, majoring in Business/MIS, which led to a solid but unremarkable career in civil service.

I've never been a big drinker, but have been a fan of herb since reading The Hobbit at age 10 and getting my First Aid merit badge at age 11 (we went out to play Ditch 'Em after the Scout meeting and the Senior Patrol Leader busted out a four-finger; you gotta love the Scouts). I'd rocked 'n rolled for five years on the western US club circuit before returning to finish college, so the party culture was somewhat old for me by then--got plenty of it on the road. Music, live concerts, and outdoor activities (overnight trips to the California coast and Sierra Nevada mountains/Lake Tahoe) were central interests for our group.

After that period, friends got married, moved away and started their family lives, got seriously into their careers, and things changed drastically, as usual. But we had some very good times, and most of us are still good friends despite the time and distances.

Originally Posted by Moros

What he says!

Which dorm were you at?

I was at Vesalius in Ghent. It was build right next to the Uni for nurses and just a few hundred of feet from the UZ Ghent. Great times.

And you?

It seems that the dummy degree has been taken to a whole new level...

Originally Posted by Peasant Phill

And you're saying you're missing all this? Uni isn't all about studying, it's about seeking out your limits. Having a hell of a time while still balancing your workload.

Figuring out how to live without parental control, having fun, but still dealing with your growing responsibilities.

Originally Posted by Peasant Phill

Having tequila shots at one moment, blacking out and the next moment you're kissing a girl. My first night I went to the bathroom and I walked in on 2 lesbians making out.

My wildest night ended up with me being woken up by two huge East European men, who brutally kicked me about as I fiercely resisted them throwing me out of my house.

Rather, as I slowly discovered the next few confusing hours, had thrown me out of their house...somewhere in the outskirts of Budapest.




All of which was perhaps not as bad as a drunk Jewish friend whom we had once shipped off to Theriesenstadt concentration camp (Czech Republic), complete with an unwashable Hitler moustache we had painted on his upper lip.



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(But only slightly exaggerated!)