Memories

Whilst tidying out my room today, I came across a piece of A4 lined paper, with some 'poetry' on it that I wrote aged 12. I found it when I was last home and in a fit of reminiscence I brought it back here. There is only one that I think is fitting to how I am feeling at the moment - certainly not the one so passionately and imaginatively entitled 'Homework!'. So I shall share just this one with you all, with the other night still in mind, but also deeper than that: the fact that we are finishing a significant period of our lives at the moment, that in a month or so we will all be graduating and taking the tentative steps into the next phases of our lives, out into the big wide world- whether that still be within academia, but at a higher level, or into a job - it is a daunting thought. We shall be saying goodbye to some who leave for elsewhere, travel and work; there will inevitably be promises of keeping in touch that will never be fulfilled. They say the friends you make at University are the friends you keep for life, which personally I feel to be a little short sighted - it is possible to make friends elsewhere, but true to the statement, I feel that sometimes, without good friendships I would have gone mad here, or worse: left.

Lucy has saved me more than once- never shall I forget last year just before the summer when she found me manically hoovering our hallway in floods of tears becuase everyone (especially Mike) was leaving. She gave me hugs and has done on many occasions. Without Gill's friendship over the summer I would not have laughed so much and more importantly I would not have gained a friendship I truly treasure. Nic is always ready with hugs and tea if necessary...and cool little gifts to give you a lift if you need it, such as Cow pens, or magnetic cows!! Tariq listens to everything I have to say, sometimes I think he understands, sometimes I think he just nods, but whatever I feel better- and it was he over Easter when it was just us here that found me sitting on the front doorstep having given up all hope of ever entering my house that drunken night. It was him who helped me while I was throwing up and cursing myself. Kirst always has hugs, sweets or a dvd to hand and an ever welcoming smile, I cannot think of anyone else who is so bouncy and ready to do things and go places.

Mike is my rock, always ready to placate if I need calming down, always a shoulder to cry on no matter what time of day, and often, night. It is him that I trust implicitely, it is with he that I have managed to finally realise what happiness within a relationship means. And all the other people too- Jack who I have only been friends with for a short time, but who understands my insane obsession with Theatre, and it is only he who can understand why I miss technical and dress rehearsals! Jodie, with whom I rant about our course and the inept staff that sometimes inhabit places like Student Services! Without all of these people and more, my time at university wouldn't have been half as good as it has been. All of them, in their own way, have changed my life a tiny bit; and I like to hope, that in some way, I have changed theirs too.
So as I realise I only have 17 days left at University, I feel this poem is fully justified:

Memories
Memories come straight from
the heart.
Memories are what you remember
but can't.
Memories are stirred from
deep within you.
Spelling out things which
you never knew.
Memories exist when nothing
else does.
Stirring up trouble for want
of a buzz.
You, when you got pissed out
of your mind.
The morning after the night
left behind.
Your emotions, sorrows and Secrets
all hidden.
All things which you've said
and won't be forgiven.
Lie deep within you and your
mortal soul.
And only you and yourself to
share it all.