other things to do

  IF my memory serves me correctly, this is the 21st edition of your trusty Rawson's Creek we have produced over the past 8 months - that's a total of over 14,000 words! It's just a pity my ability to spout randomness on demand doesn't extend to essay writing. I've almost finished my final essay of University ever, and it really hasn't sunk in. Never again will I sit here in my room with the (still) snow-sprayed windows, poring over pages of notes, trawling the internet for anything vaguely relevant, and periodically staring out of the windows and day dreaming about climbing that funny shaped fire escape thing. I guess end-of-term-it is going to hit pretty soon, only this time it's going to be end-of-four-years-itis - theoretically that should make it 12 times as bad as usual. Blimey.
  AT around midnight yesterday I was wandering round the lake with a friend (as you do) and it struck me just how big a part the lake plays in the lives of many students. Aside from the water fights (never fill a super soaker with lake water), lake swimming antics, golf ball climbing, and late night coke bottle rocket sessions, one particular lake incident sticks out in my mind. It took place in May three years ago, when a group of friends and I decided that the best way to spend an evening was down by the lake, sitting on a twister mat (the only waterproof item we could find) and burning joss sticks. This continued for several evenings before one night it started to rain, causing us to de-camp to underneath the almost-completed Titanic. All was fine, until suddenly we were lit up by a bright torch… yes, you guessed it, it was our trusty University security. But as opposed to merely asking us to 'move along' they were absolutely convinced we were squatters, and it took us about 10 minutes to prove to them otherwise!
  SURELY no one in their right mind would want to squat underneath Titanic on a twister mat. But then again, we are students…