My parents aren't that bad, really
...so have some art studenty anecdotes.

An old friend of mine is currently at Cheltenham Uni, doing some kind of foundation course thingy before she goes on to do a proper degree. Next year she wants to go to a different uni, so recently she's been scuttling off to all these places for interviews and the like...she had an interview at Leicester about a month ago, but because she's never been to Leicester before her mother actually paid for me to go with her.

All I did all day was sit in the student union reading, drinking and being hit on by uni boys. (Lisa is 19; I'm nearly a year younger. When I asked whether her mother wasn't worried about me being on my own in a strange town - I'd never been there before either - she said 'of course not! You can look after yourself.' Which is true, but I have to question her confidence in her firstborn.)

This is the same mother who won't let her daughter access websites from her home computer unless I've been on them before, because of viruses, and who wouldn't let her come for a night out in Birmingham for my 18th because there are 'too many black people' there.

It's not just a one-off either; I've come to the conclusion that parents of all art students are as mad as badgers. Apparently a group of Cheltenham arty types were planning an outing to Birmingham, during which they planned to stay over at Lisa's place, but it was called off because one of them wasn't allowed to go to sleepovers despite having been living away from home for the last six months.

Length? God knows they need it.
(Shinigami, Tue 13 Mar 2007, 13:00, Reply)