Soc and Awe (now with extra drink!)

Going to University is a little like going into Space: It sounds great until you learn that your organs'll be floating around inside you for the entire duration. Reading the Societies list made things even worse: The ones that don't involve passing out drunk in a sewer appear to involve firebombing old ladies for being connected to Capitalism in some way. There are Book Clubs with no books, and lots of drink, Philosophy Clubs which appear to consist of several people yelling at each other (while drunk), and PubSoc, which consists of drinking, with drink. PubSoc's promotional speil bizzarely proclaims at one point that "Tee-totallers are welcome", without appearing to have asked the question as to what exactly somebody who doesn't drink would be doing in a drinking society. It'd be like turning up to the string group with a guitar, or, from what I can gather, the book club with a book. The conclusion seems to be that anything designed to make you less scared about going to Uni only makes it seem even worse.

I'm going soon, though, which means (poor you), that the entirity of the Blog for around 7 years will be related to the subject in some way. When I do get there, I'll write about what I actualy do, assuming things do happen to me. Edinburgh has a great collection of skeletons. That might be exciting, in a dim sort of way.