So I have been at University for 2 days now and I have to say so far so great. The grounds are beautiful and the people I have met so far are really fun, intelligent and friendly, although on my first day, Monday, something rather embarrassing happened to me.

It's not the worst thing in the world but its not an amazing way to start a year. I was told I needed to be at my building by 11 O'clock and as I approached it I saw a large group of people being lined up outside. As I wasn't 100% sure where I was supposed to be going I made my way over to them. A rather stiff suited man asked me “New student?” and without lying I told him yes. He then practically dragged me over to a line of people and stuck me with a partner of some sort. This is where Mr. Cunt comes into play. I call him Mr. Cunt because, if you ever saw this man you would automatically call him Mr. Cunt, despite what his real name is. A real bona-fide cunt of a man. Sarcasm in every word. A one man instrument of patronising tones. He told us all to drop our bags and shake each others hands. I did not drop my bag. Despite having a camera in it, I don't take orders from bona-fide cunts. He then proceeded to encourage us all to tell each other our names, followed by a series of questions to ask each other along the lines of “What would you do if you won the lottery?” yeah, real original stuff like that. He asked me what I would do. On the spot and attempting to answer honestly I said “Buy a new camera?” He then tried his hardest to make me look like Mr. Cunt by informing me he would give almost all of it to charity. I told him “that's nice. You really are a very nice person” and he left me alone. By the time he asked us all to sing happy birthday to each other (absolutely true, seriously) I asked the suited flat headed man if I, a media student was even supposed to be here. I was relieved when he said I didn't. I was in the middle of a meet and greet for the Computer students. I walked away as fast as I could not looking back. I had feared for a second that my tutors were complete idiots and that I was in for a year of Mr. Cunt and his generous and charitable ways. Relieved as I was I couldn't help feel sorry for the computer students that had to endure this.

I arrived at my lecture at 11:15 so it wasn't too bad, however its a 15 minutes I would love to forget.

I hope you enjoyed this short tale of minor embarrassment and I am sure there will be many more over the next 3 years.