Speaking as a student, a lazy lady & an "artist" I think I'm entitled to an opinion on a few things, well I have an opinion on almost everything really - yes, I'm "one of them"

Uni life seems easy to begin with - "3 days a week? is that IT?" I beamed when I first started - now it's like "3 days of 6.20 am wake-ups, bad skin & carrying round heavy books? eugh, fuck that" - please pardon my French, I am NOT articulate and enjoy a good profanity. Don't get me wrong, I love my course, I love my lectures, I love finding out new things & discovering myself on my epic journey of on-line research & nacho breaks but the hassle - am I right? I'm one of the rare few who chose to go to a University relatively close by because I wanted to be with my nearest and dearest so this entails a 6.20 am alarm, the most minimal amount of make-up you've ever laid your peepers upon, angry grunts, heavy bags & clutching my bus pass between my teeth as I find a seat on the oh-so-glorious bus filled with screaming children, old people who look at me like I've just spat on them & teens who enjoy talking as loudly as possible about how wasted they're going to get on Friday night.
This is not okay, I spend £45 a month for a bus pass, and even if I could be arsed learning to operate (legally anyway) a vehicle then I still wouldn't drive because it'd cost me £45 a week in petrol. You see my dilemma?
I have to put up with it in order to continue my educational journey.
Between looking like a scruffball & grunting through conversations I can generally communicate well with others and get through the day with maximum input. Other people don't like this, they don't seem to like my input - as they sit clock-watching as the lesson ends in 3 minutes and I'm having a wonderful conversation with my tutor about semiotics and all sorts of other weird and wonderful topics (that when brought up with Jon he seems to look at me all doe eyed and then shrugs it off as though I've just asked him to change the bedding) - my point is that I enjoy a good ramble, a good discussion and I LOVE finding out new things and taking on a new perspective on the world. So why is it that you find other students itching to leave the class BANG on the second it turns 12pm? Where's the fun? If I'm paying 7k a year to be taught, then I'm milking it for all I can. Screw what everyone else thinks. Bitch, I'm here to learn & pass out with a first, not sail idly by and come out with whatever I can be bothered to do. Not a cat in hells chance.
University is supposed to be one of the best times of your life, so why do I and so many others think it's okay to just not go to class? I'll tell you why - because it's so bloody easy to just have a lie in, doss about and watch RuPaul's drag race all afternoon, eat pasta & contemplate updating our journals but never getting round to it - then pick up the missed work on-line afterwards. Granted, the internet is a wonderful invention and I'd be lost without it, but it's so easy to just skip out of classes because the ENTIRE lectures are just there, sat waiting for us - in fairness, we do miss the lecturers commentary, but that's also not hard when we have friends we can pinch notes off.
I myself am guilty of this crime, and I'm not proud of it.
So guilty in fact that I have work due in on Monday & I'm sat here writing a blog post. Am I worried? Actually, no, because I know that I'm going to spend a good few hours on Thursday finishing it off - but I know at least 5 students in my class haven't even started it. These are the people who are also the ones itching to get out of class bang on the second it's scheduled to finish.
My priorities are in order, others are not. This post was not designed for me to sit and state how wonderful I am at University, It's more of a platform for people to give me some answers as to why getting home to your boyfriend or TV is more important than putting in the hours in the library or doing actual physical work? I really do not understand.
Drinking is more important than your future?
I want my future to include my own business, my partner to be able to work part time and a gorgeous family. Tell me how a person is supposed to achieve goals like this if they're not willing to put in the effort to get there?
Go big or don't fucking bother.