Commuting as a Student

Commuting as a Student

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I’m sure that most of you lay in bed and stare at your alarm, maybe an hour or so before your nine o’clock lecture, and think to yourself ‘another ten minutes in bed won’t hurt’. And you’re right, I’m sure it doesn’t. Besides, it looks like it’s drizzling out and the vodka from last night is still working its way through your system. Seems like a rather simple luxury to have, granted luxuries for students are few and far between. But there are some who would trade the comforts of still being at home for some student essentials, believe it or not. Here are a couple of things that cover the average day in the life of a commuter.

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The long drive or wait for a train is your first port of call on the way to University. Some of us have it worse off than others though. So often seconds will turn into minutes whilst the post-Christmas frost persists to nimble at the limbs whilst your train arrives. Oh, what’s that? Indeed, you heard it correct. Another delay announcement via the monotone pre-recording of whatever train service you are embarking on. So once you’ve counted down the minutes and presumably battled the horror of sitting next to a stranger on the train, you’re on your way.

A commuter who travels 3 hours a day for work. (1.5 each way). Sunrises and Sunsets this gorgeous really do take the toll out of it.
A commuter who travels 3 hours a day for work. (1.5 each way). Sunrises and Sunsets this gorgeous really do take the toll out of it.

So, let’s wind on a couple of hours and you’re sat in your lecture theatre, classroom or whatever it may be. A swift glance at the clock and still no lecturer, all of a sudden those extra minutes you might have spent in bed look all the more plausible. Alas, he or she has arrived – coffee or tea in hand. Murmurs and banter about last nights goings on at Oceana is pretty foreign to you, considering the 7 o’clock wake up call leaves little time for antics. Anyway, fast forward another hour or so and you and your fellow students, some revitalised, some hungover and some simply boggled make their way out your lesson.

Naturally and not so conveniently, your next lesson is not for a couple of hours. Thoughts of asking anybody what they’re up too are cut short by the declaration of “I’m going back to bed” unanimously echoing through the corridor. So, what now? There are a number of things you probably think about, should I go to the library? Oh wait; I’m kind of hungry, breakfast will be good. Actually, the next lesson’s not that important, should I just go home? It’s quite the conundrum. If you made the conscious decision, then you will see out a couple of hours and attend your next lesson. Bright eyed and bushy tailed by now, the lesson commences with the full attention of those who chose to attend. The provisions run like normal, there’s the agonising heart in mouth moment when you notice no memory stick in the front compartment of your bag, but there’s no turning back now.

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The cold January trudge back to the car or the station is greeted with yawns and the same ferocious chill that attacked you this morning. Rush hour has struck and the train is swarmed with suits, briefcases as well as the odd fellow student. All very exciting, isn’t it? Indeed, the monotonous day-to-day routine of attending University is not all the LadBible and Internet memes suggest. Of course, there is fun to be had and lots of it, but the freedom to pursuit lectures over liquor comes with sacrifice and ultimately reward.

So next time you decide to leave your home with 20 minutes until your lecture, try and spare a thought for those commuters.

 

 

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