Jonny In Scotland #1: We all gotta start somewhere

Wow, so I haven’t posted anything since I’ve gotten to Scotland. I guess I could say I’ve been a bit busy trying to adjust to everything but then I would be half lying because I’ve also just been super lazy and couldn’t figure out what to write about. Classes have started two weeks ago and it’s been okay. It’s not the greatest thing in the world but it’s new and exciting. This is the first time I’ve ever been in a lecture with more than 25 people. Most of my other classes are small seminar classes with no more than 15 people and that’s what I’m used to since I go to a small, private university back home but this one I’m taking has about 100 people in it so that’s a bit overwhelming. It’s fun though. It’s like getting a glimpse into what state schools are like: overwhelming. Nothing like being another face in the crowd, amiright?
Well moving on from school, my social life has been the same as it was back home, practically nonexistent, which I’m not complaining about. I found a couple of awesome people that I hang out with so it’s all chill.
Is that everything? Is everyone caught up now? Okay, now can I complain a little? Sweet.

Okay, so campus housing is mainly for freshmen and visiting students like myself. So I’m surrounded by freshmen. I have nothing against freshmen except their strange need to party all the damn time. I get it. You’re at college, this is probably your first time on your own and you want to turn up or whatever. I get it. I’ve been there. I’ve been a freshman. I’ve done my partying. I still like to boogie sometimes. It’s understandable. However, the moment you think it’s okay to scream outside of my apartment building at 3 in the morning when I have a 9 am class the next morning, I will make sure you never see sophomore year, especially on a week day. Why are you getting belligerently drunk on a Monday? What possesses you to scream nonsensical things on the street at 3 in the morning? Why? WHY? Go home and rethink your life decisions.
I’m not much of a partier if you haven’t gotten that yet. I would much rather be home, reading or watching Netflix or sleeping. If I want to drink, I would rather do it with a few friends, chatting about life until things get really personal and there’s no turning back and you’re friends forever. That’s the kind of night I enjoy. I’m not old nor am I no fun. I just enjoy quiet. I mean I occasionally enjoy the loud, obnoxious parties where things get way too out of hand and you question everything that has led you that point in your life but my anxiety needs at least a week’s notice before I engage in that sort of activity. I also hate being drunk because I get stupid when I’m drunk and I hate being stupid. Also happy drunk only lasts for like an hour or so then you get sad drunk and you regret everything. No one wants that. An hour of fun drunk is not worth the emotional toll of sad, pathetic drunk. I have enough of that when you wake me up at 3 in the morning with your screaming and then I’m up all night, thinking about that embarrassing thing that happened 3 years ago.
I spend most of my sober times doing this:
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I don’t need my drunk self coming in and opening doors that should not be open. Ya feel?
So that’s my complaining for the day but overall things here are pretty awesome. I get to spend the next few months in a dream. I love it. Edinburgh is beautiful and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. I’m excited for all the adventure to come. I’m hoping to travel around pretty soon so hopefully my next post will be a bit more exciting and action packed instead of me bitching about people having more fun than me.



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