Royal Holloway-A Review!
Well I got back from Holloway, and am very conflicted. First of all, when we got there, there was this huge fuck off building that looked like it belonged in Final Fantasy 9 or something. Anyway, once we passed that (I'll come back to that later), we went off and parked, and managed to go to the Drama talk straight away. Interestingly, we were in a Japanese theater....I forget what they call it, but it beging with a "H". Apprantly its the only one outside of Japan, cool! The course sounds excellant, the people seemed really friendly and the teachers were the best talkers of I've listened to. So far so good. Anyway, talk finishes and we bog off to look around.
Now, it might sound like I'm exageratting this next bit. I'm not. We went to the Huge Fuck Off Building (HFOB for short). We asked a tour guide (all the students there were fantastically friendly and helpful....and all girls.....) where we can get some information and they told us to go to the picture gallery in the HFOB. So I was thinking, "Picture Gallery? What the hell could that be?". Now, when you walk in, its a room full of fancy art painting....FULL of them on all the walls behind rope like a friggin' musuem. There's a grand piano in the corner and guy playing classical music on it. And a small table with some leaflets on and a place to get Tea and Coffee. A GUY PLAYING A PIANO!!! AT A UNIVERSITY!!!! WHAT WERE THEY THINKING!? Now, I dunno bout most students, but looking at paintings and listening to live classical music isn't what I expected to spend my Uni time doing. It seemed ridiculous. I was actually sniggering at it.
On the plus side, we ran into lots of people like me. Well, like me but female. Guys seem to be a minority here. All the students seemed to admit it was a little overly fancy at the main building, but fine elsewhere. We checked out the accomidation which was much cooler, with bars and a club. And only a walk from the train station into Reading and London and things, which they said was good. What was also good was that there were plenty of jobs on the campus to work while you....work. That's why all the tour guides were simple students like we are, and not rich kids. Because they were getting paid and needed the money. Apprantly there are alot of rich people there, and not the kind of people I feel I'd fit in with. Plus it costs a shit load to live anywhere near London, which I'm going to struggle to afford. But so did all the students I talked to, they said the only bad thing was the cost.
So, in conclusion, the course looked the best I've seen, as did the teachers. The students were the friendliest to. But I just didn't feel like I fitted in. Ironically, I felt like the character in that story I wrote, when he arrives at the overly fancy palace and doesn't fit in at all. I had the same feeling. At Reading, I felt like it was my kind of place, but at Holloway I felt out of place. I kept literally sniggering at the stupid stuff they had around. I'm gonna have to think about this one.
So, the final statistic is:
Royal Holloway is..................
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Not worth missing Wetherell's party for!
(No I'm not gonna review Uni's....this was a joke. And so when people ask me what it was like I can direct them to this page).
Now, it might sound like I'm exageratting this next bit. I'm not. We went to the Huge Fuck Off Building (HFOB for short). We asked a tour guide (all the students there were fantastically friendly and helpful....and all girls.....) where we can get some information and they told us to go to the picture gallery in the HFOB. So I was thinking, "Picture Gallery? What the hell could that be?". Now, when you walk in, its a room full of fancy art painting....FULL of them on all the walls behind rope like a friggin' musuem. There's a grand piano in the corner and guy playing classical music on it. And a small table with some leaflets on and a place to get Tea and Coffee. A GUY PLAYING A PIANO!!! AT A UNIVERSITY!!!! WHAT WERE THEY THINKING!? Now, I dunno bout most students, but looking at paintings and listening to live classical music isn't what I expected to spend my Uni time doing. It seemed ridiculous. I was actually sniggering at it.
On the plus side, we ran into lots of people like me. Well, like me but female. Guys seem to be a minority here. All the students seemed to admit it was a little overly fancy at the main building, but fine elsewhere. We checked out the accomidation which was much cooler, with bars and a club. And only a walk from the train station into Reading and London and things, which they said was good. What was also good was that there were plenty of jobs on the campus to work while you....work. That's why all the tour guides were simple students like we are, and not rich kids. Because they were getting paid and needed the money. Apprantly there are alot of rich people there, and not the kind of people I feel I'd fit in with. Plus it costs a shit load to live anywhere near London, which I'm going to struggle to afford. But so did all the students I talked to, they said the only bad thing was the cost.
So, in conclusion, the course looked the best I've seen, as did the teachers. The students were the friendliest to. But I just didn't feel like I fitted in. Ironically, I felt like the character in that story I wrote, when he arrives at the overly fancy palace and doesn't fit in at all. I had the same feeling. At Reading, I felt like it was my kind of place, but at Holloway I felt out of place. I kept literally sniggering at the stupid stuff they had around. I'm gonna have to think about this one.
So, the final statistic is:
Royal Holloway is..................
.....
.....
.....
Not worth missing Wetherell's party for!
(No I'm not gonna review Uni's....this was a joke. And so when people ask me what it was like I can direct them to this page).
posted by Li at 7:27 PM
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