Aero Dynamic (Part 1)
Honestly, I never expected University to change me. I’d heard the stories of my ancestors, how each one had learnt a life lesson whilst studying for their various degrees, but I couldn’t understand how a person could change so much in just the space of a few years.
Therefore, I was determined to stay on the straight and narrow, keep studying hard and practicing playing with my instruments (no pun intended).I was fortunate to have my girlfriend, Adrianne, as my room mate as well, studying for the exact same degree. My parents warned me to not let her be a distraction, which, as you can see was a difficult feat.Ironically, in the end, the true distraction came from a different source completely. I met Skip Taylor at the Fresher’s fair, by the “Xtreme Sports” stand. As friends, we hit it off straight away.I had never really saw myself as a jock. Sure, I had a relatively sporty mum, and my dad was certainly no couch potato, but I had grown up to possess quite the rebellious streak. Maybe that’s why I caved into the partying lifestyle so easily.Rushing back home in the early hours of the mornings, head buzzing, soon became a regular occurrence.Like a good girl, Adrianne was always curled up in bed fast asleep, piles of books usually stacked next to her on the floor, her alarm ready to go off in a couple of hours time. Still, this never discouraged me from doing the exact same thing the following night.Nothing could beat downing beer by the warmth of a bonfire, surrounded by fun people. Or so I thought at the time.Finally, the late nights and excessive drinking took its toll. Completely failing one of my core modules should have been my wake up call, but still even then I refused to see any sense. Even when Adrianne voiced her concerns about me, I took it as a personal attack rather than her attempt to help me out. ‘Aero, look, I know how much you hate relying on others, but I’m always here for you if you need someone to talk to.’
Her arms outstretched, she stepped forwards to hug me.
Angrily, I raised my hands and cringed away from her advances, refusing to let her touch me after insulting my friends and my party lifestyle.‘Why won’t you let me comfort you?’ Adrianne asked, her voice close to breaking, ‘Are your pride and reputation really worth so much that you’d push away your own girlfriend, throw away your degree?’Her words hit home, but it wasn’t until receiving my end of term results a few weeks later that I finally saw the extent of the damage I had brought on myself.I had vowed to not change, and by doing so I had transformed into an utter idiot. And what for? To impress a few people who I barley knew, who didn’t care for me in the same way my family and Adrianne did. Damn, did I feel foolish.Following on from that moment, I knew it was time to pick my guitar back up and continue learning. Partying could wait.