I don't know about anyone else, but I'll tell you my experience of university, and it's not pretty.
Picture this: a stunning autumn morning, the leaves painted the backdrop a gorgeous crimson-brown. Excited to embark on a fantastic journey into a career I once thought engaging (key word - once), I slung my bag on my back and proceeded to unlock the door to a room that was my own for the very first time.
And then it hit me. It was the stench of the man in the room next to mine - a 37 year old hermit with a pungent aroma reminiscent of month-old beef that had been left on the counter, and to top it all off, he had friends around. They all swarmed me as soon as I entered the door, offering to give me a strange trinket if I solved one of their riddles.
Pretending to be unfazed, I turned around to enter the kitchen, and lo and behold, there was an 18 year old girl, seemingly harmless, but the stew she was cooking had turned a charred black - one would assume it was the first time she had ever cooked, but no, it was an 'acquired taste', and the acrid smell the filtered through the halls would later prove my worst fears right, that I was living with a cast of utter nut-jobs.
Night crawled upon the campus, and with it, the screams and harrowing sobs of the woman having intercourse in the room across, I can still remember the 'squeak-squeak' of the bedframe drilling into my mind all night. It was something I couldn't have known at the time, but I would not get a wink of sleep for 7 days and 7 nights after arriving. It was a brief re-enactment of Jesus Christ himself wading through the deserts for 40 days and nights, but possibly even more mortifying.
The 8th night approached, and for the first time I had finally obtained a wink of sleep - or so I thought. It turned out that in an attempt to appear more progressive, the university had started a campaign to accept residents from a nearby prison, and so at 2.a.m I was rudely awoken by a crazed man poking a knife into my gut. I actually met a decent guy on my course, on the first day we chatted at a coffee shop. It's a pity he didn't even last 10 days before being transformed by a wizard into a legion of filthy dishes that scattered so thickly around the kitchen that you couldn't even see the floor.
5 years later, and I still remember you, Thomas. I will forever remember university as a terrifying battle royale - but to say I'm not grateful for it, well, it makes the sights I see now working as a front-line soldier in a war-torn country seem like a joke in comparison.