Two terms, massive debt, exposure to rich fuckers, 40 hours pw of night work to pay mortgage, hardship funds eaten by well off teenagers playing system, freshers flu, idiot lecturers, sexual harassment by strange public schoolgirls (not as good as it sounds), crap bands in SU, PTSD from Bosnia/Northern Ireland/Gulf tret as bullying by Uni authorities unequipped to deal with adult students with adult issues - I'd have had sympathy if Mummy's cheques had bounced - , 22 yr old post grad students under the impression they mattered 'cos they were running tutorials, intellectual rigour redifined as 'write my lecture notes/texts back at me as essays and you will do well', undergrad OTC wankers trying to get me to call them 'sir' when they found out I was a NCO in the actual real Army and getting arsey when I hit them, expensive books written by the course tutors or their mates compulsory reading (none in library), .... no, give me a dose of e.coli or a fucking nasty industrial injury rather than ten minutes in Nottingham Uni fucking Versity ever again.
