*Runs to the top of Mount. Everest and screams* YES! It’s over. 3 years of university education and a plethora of student loans later. This feeling of freedom is indescribable, such a huge relief. All the work was done, even if it meant me not sleeping the past few days & nights. Honestly it’s been a journey and a half – full of ups and of course downs. I could write a dissertation the whole thing if I wanted to, BA Creative Advertising Strategy Class of 2011 – this post is for you. Hop after the cut.
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I’d like to thank everyone in my class for influencing and impacting my life one way or another, I know everyone has had a part. I still remember our first day – I rocked up in an American Apparel hoody and a Star In The Hood tee whereas on the last day I came in wearing a shirt and flat cap. Changes, growth, development, adult? Yep.
Don’t ask. We thought we were cool.
Our tutor made us introduce ourselves to our colleagues in the first lecture ‘Hi, I’m Niran and I’m from East London’. Then a few seconds later I heard ‘I’m Ernest and from East London’. My reaction was ‘wtf, I came to this uni to get away from East London folk!’. Ha Y&Y may have never happened if we didn’t both happen to chose to study at the Art School. Anyway there are so many stories and lessons to share, too much for a post so I’ve picked out a few of the best from first year below:
The one where we were asked to sketch our tutor – the course was surprisingly creative in the first few weeks but I’m sure this was just a narcissistic task she had set us. It backfired when half the class ended up sketching character with similarities to Michael Jackson.
The one where we were drunk in a lecture – this was a frequent occurrence in first year, a few JD&cokes before an afternoon lecture were obligatory. Standard freshers antics. Running out of the lecture one by one to the toilet wasn’t planned though.
The one with exotic mangoes – funny story, maybe a little pervy but hey we were freshers. Exotic mangoes = same definition as melons. Just a tad bit more classy? Haha.
The one where we went to Skins party – we blagged our way into VIP and partied with the cast. How? I was apparently in Season 3 Episode 64 and Yang was the guy from Bloc Party.
The one where Yin stacked it – meh, I lost my footing in the library stairs. Stumbled down the stairs but one of my friends decided to make a Facebook group about the incident. He’s gone onto make several groups since then that no one has joined. #justsayin
The one with the wine bottle in Ministry of Sound – the first and last time I ever went to that shoddy club. An altercation with a drunken fool who wouldn’t stop trying it with one of our friends.
The one where Yin broke the code. Never date your friend’s ex even if she looks a bit like Angelina Jolie. Not worth it. Lesson learned.
The one with Yang and the flour. Let’s just say he KO’d from too much alcohol consumption. We played buckaroo and planted objects in his hair before our essex friend decided to throw flour in his face. Yang’s dream of becoming white came true for 5 minutes, well it took him that long to realise what was on his face. #DEAD (Sadly all evidence of the night was destroyed)
Wow a lot of first year is a blur. I could go on for a while about all the years but this post will probably end up not being read. I can’t believe its all over. Time to focus on Y&Y and our careers. Believe me when I say big changes are coming to the site, this is just the BEGINNING.
Thanks again to all who have influenced and impacted my LCC journey. Shout out to all the teachers and students. BACAS…reunion in 2016? We have 5 years to takeover the industries we decide to pursue!
Yin out.
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