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Park Street. One
of my constant confusions when plodding down Park Street into town was that
every time I looked up, I found something new. After two years at Bristol, you
would expect that I might have a pretty secure knowledge of my surroundings,
but the mystery that is Park Street never fails to surprise. From random little
restaurants, to foreign bars and even some dodgy looking clubs, each time I
take the street, I notice something I’ve never seen before.
Lounge. I can’t
explain it, I know it’s embarrassing, but I just know that I will miss this
living room-sized sweat pit and their green jug.
Running into
everyone, everywhere. Although Bristol is a city, for the students, it’s a
small one. I shall miss those awkward moments when you don’t know if you should
smile or say hi and in the midst of confusion, you inevitably end up keeping
your eyes on the pavement and walking by.
Free Stuff. Whether
it’s the Christians and their BBQs or the obsessive amount of pens I pick up at
each Freshers’ Fair, I am certainly going to miss the freebies. Let’s hope I
can still get my student discount in France!
Making jokes about
the ASS. The best one this year? When it snowed: this is not the first time
7 inches has stopped me reaching the ASS. I have a feeling that the French just won’t understand…
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