Then came Freshers Week.
Bradford University does this thing where students actually move in a full week before classes start, to meet with their department heads and get their schedules squared away. But that's only in the morning. Freshers week is also about meeting new people and making friends at the start of the semester, joining clubs and sports teams, and last of all, a MASSIVE CLUB PARTY EVERY NIGHT OF THE WEEK.
I should probably mention that, because of the lower drinking age in the UK, universities can have their own frickin' club on campus. Oh and three different bars in the student union building. So these parties are actual organized events, not just some townhouse party filled above capacity (those are just the pre-parties). Sporting a different DJ every night, from a variety of club music styles, each night was a crazy adventure bordering on insanity. Each night we'd be out partying until anywhere from 3-6am, and wake up each afternoon thinking, "I should probably take a break tonight. Oh, tonight's the UV party/pub crawl/masquerade party? Well, I don't want to miss that." And then I'd chug a gallon of water, walk off my hangover, and get some kind of productive errand done before heading out again. It was a vicious, beautiful cycle.
I think one of my favorite nights this week was the pub crawl. Because it wasn't really a pub crawl. It was a club crawl. And this is where I ended up at the end of the crawl:
Please excuse the crap phone camera quality |
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