Students have got it good...and they know it.
WHEN I was a student, I loved all students.
We were giddy, irresponsible, received great discounts and had all week to party because classes often did not start until noon, which gave us enough sleep time to deal with hangovers.
Now I’m not a student, I hate all students.
They are giddy, irresponsible, cheapskates and have the luxury of having every night of the week to party while us workers are relegated to the weekends, unless we have the ability to survive on no sleep.
Students moan that they are hard done by with tuition fees and loans forcing them to live on beans on toast and buy Glen’s Vodka instead of Absolut.
But students have got it good and they know it too.
Students tell you that they are skint so that they can scrounge an extra 20 quid of their parents, which ultimately will be spent on clubbing and not that must-have text book.
While students may moan that they have to survive on peanuts, they have the advantage of paying ridiculously low prices on a clubbing night, which more than makes up for their diminishing bank balances.
As a student you would often catch me out on the clubbing scene four nights a week and never did I stop to think whether I could actually afford to be involved in such a heavy party vibe.
And I wasn’t relying on handouts from my parents.
It was just me, my student loan and a couple of extra quid I’d saved from working in my local supermarket before starting my university degree.
But with the crazy deals that were splashed around during the weeknights for the equally crazy students, it would have been wrong not to take advantage while I could.
With 90p drinks and a £3 entry to a club, I could go out with 20 quid and still have change for a bacon butty in the morning.
And there was student night to satisfy all tastes, which helped to satisfy the groups of friends who had nothing in common, apart from the fact that they had been randomly selected to live together in university halls.
The boys wearing their skinny jeans and mopped hair could party on down in the indie room, while the girls with their French Connection shoes and fake Louis Vuitton bags had the pop room to enjoy.
But the students all had one ultimate goal. To get out and party as much as they could.
I must admit that I am probably quite bitter.
My days of partying during the week are long gone.
If there was an exam which required you to function on three hours kip I would fail miserably.
Even the powers of Red Bull would not be able to help me achieve a pass rate.
And while I scratched off the expiry date on my old student card, it looks so dated I cannot reasonably expect any doorman with a pair of eyes to believe that I’m still at university.
Instead, I have to be content with the fact that I can only party two nights a week when the prices get inflated by 75 per cent and the price of the club entry more than doubles.
It’s a change which I’m still getting used to.
So I vent my anger on all the students out there who have the luxury of clubbing whenever they want and can do so with little inconvenience to their bank balance or working life.
But I do urge all students to take full advantage of their time in education because it offers a great clubbing experience which has an expiry date.
When you enter the working world you’ll feel exactly the same as me.
Jealous.
