Alcohol, and all the hilarity, vomit and amnesia than come with it, is synonymous with Fresher’s week. As the French will be obnoxious and as Scotland will be wet – Fresher’s will be drunk. Attitudes towards alcohol are varied. Even with Scotland’s notorious booze culture, it’s a divisive thing for many people. The Scottish government are taking it very seriously – seemingly one step away from prohibition. But all things considered I don’t think it’s necessary to worry about students drinking.
It seems a little naïve to expect a Fresher not to get ‘too pissed’ because it’s seen as irresponsible. The university experience is about many things from academia to socialising. But there’s one thing that makes it all meaningful: freedom. The freedom to be who you are and express yourself; as well as the freedom of independence and spirit that students cherish. But above all, is the freedom to have fun because at no other point in your life will you be as young and carefree.
But, with this in
mind, there is certainly no freedom to be drunk, only the freedom to enjoy
yourself. The two should not be confused
and students are aware of the dangers caused by drinking too much – do so then
you won’t be enjoying yourself very much.
If you’re accepted into university in the first place then it’s because
you have a certain degree of intelligence.
Therefore I’m sure most students know how to drink responsibly by
experience and know the risks through education.
Putting aside the
issue of alcohol, the most important thing for a Fresher to do is just get
involved: have a blast – create memories and make friendships that will last a
lifetime. Remember, you regret only the
things you don’t do. Alcohol will
undoubtedly be involved for a lot of people, but each individual knows what’s
best for them: how much they can drink and how much they want to spend. Fresher’s is about so many things from the budding academic within us to the montage of drunken memories. But many people are left feeling conflicted and it’s a time of deep introspection. Within the buzz of the Fresher’s Fair, under the flashing lights of the bar – uncertainty creeps into the revelry: why am I here? Do I fit in? Can I make this “uni thing” work? Will it be as good as my friends? Then what will become of me? Sounds like something to ponder hungover – perhaps in a library.
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