Hate the uni. Didn't even bother integrating/getting to know people as most of my friends go to local universities anyway and everyone here is awkward, fake or international.
An average day for me would be to wake up at 8.00 AM and get to Hatton Cross station by 9.00 AM. Once the train arrives I will have to stand for 50 minutes until I reach to Holborn because rush hour (as you will find out if you live at home) ****s you in the arse.
Go to whichever lecture I have without trying to fall asleep, since all the lecturers here are dull as **** and only interested in their personal research.
Now its noon-ish. Time to go to the library and print off the reading.
Seems easy, right?
WRONG.
As I walk into our beloved London School of Economics library I am confronted with a stampede of international students, rushing to get their grubby little hands on any computer that seems to be working.
I attempt to go to the ground floor and in the process pull a hamstring because the designer of the stairs in our library was none other than ****ing Gok Wan himself.
1 o clock now, and I'm at the ground floor. I dare any of you ****ers to try and get a computer during this time.
I walk, walk and walk until I see some fatty fatty boom boom with his arse crack showing on a spare computer with his Macbook on the table and his EC101 textbook out.
I say **** this and go home.
Sums up LSE in a nutshell I guess.