You know you’re hopelessly ingrained in university culture when the following happens:
You’re returning to university with a friend, having drove almost two hours to take a third friend to the airport. On the return leg of the trip, the second two hours, you can literally see the town in front of you when the car slowly slides to the right. Into incoming traffic. Due to the combination of hot weather, lack of sleep and a long drive, your friend has fallen asleep at the wheel. There is a car approaching, and the whole scenario is head-on collision material. What do you do?
- Grab hold of the wheel and jerk it towards you.
- Scream “Fuck!”, “<Insert Name Here>!”, “Car!” or any other excusable epithet before smacking your friend into action.
- Scream “Dude!” like some cliché college kid before smacking your friend into action.
Yep, I picked the third option.The word ‘dude’ is now a complete part of my vocabulary, and I hate it. Not too many people seem to say it, so I’d love to know why I’ve picked it up so quickly. For the record, we didn’t hit the oncoming car or the nearby cliff-face and escaped safely. My friend, however, will have the crap kicked out of him if he ever tries driving on such little sleep ever again.
Ah, university.

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