CHUNDER CHART

The Chart

A Chunder chart is a means by which you convert the act of chundering into a points system. While some people see a strike on the chart as embarrassing, others, particularly those of the male variety, deem it a challenge and Chunder frequently(every time we go out in Zanzibar’s case) in the most spectacular of fashions (in our case the most spectacular fashion is the infamous ‘Chunder dragon’). Some of the remarkable males in my delightful little home have more Chunder chart points against their names then there are nights we have actually been out!  The Chunder chart is highly regarded by students and must always be placed in a position where it is easily viewed. In the case of my little block; the kitchen wall plays host to our chart.

Anyway now you are all familiar with the idea of the Chunder chart I would like to name and shame a dear friend of mine... Zanzibar. Mike Walker. Term ones Chunder Champion!! This boy has provided many a great night out with an extra memory, a memory of complete disgust and joy but none the less a happy one. His vile vomiting conquests have provided us k block babies with priceless video footage and hundreds of laughs and i would like  to take this time to thank him for providing us with this. 

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La' introduction

After continuously thinking about clever little sentences that described my little life I thought it was about time to write these down… mainly for future references but also because I've ran out of things to do with my free time.   So here goes, here’s my first blog entry.

Where do I start? Okay, let’s talk about me (This stuff is probably irrelevant but I feel like I must introduce myself); I'm a FRESHER @ NTU, living in the heart of NTU’s craziness in Peverall halls, Clifton, and I most definitely wouldn't have it any other way. I've just finished my first term (..or semester if you want to be one of those knobs)  and am still living through what could be described as the honey moon period.  By honey moon period I mean, no one has killed anyone in the block yet, and no one wants to drop out yet. The yet at the end of both of these statements is hugely necessary as there is almost a guarantee that both will be attempted at some point in the next term.

Anyway…

My flat mates, in fact my block mates have been a blessing to me, within a term some of them have not only become some of the bestest friends I have ever had they have also become my family; I'm now three days into my Christmas break and missing them with every inch of my body, it’s ridiculous. These people were just total strangers that lived on the same planet as me three months ago, but I guess that is what I have learnt to be one of the most beautiful factors of university life, you fall hard and fast for people who the real world would never allow you to meet let alone adore.

So yeah as you can tell so far no complaints, university life is the sweet life!!

DISCLAIMER:

Future blogs intend to demonstrate crude and reckless stories about my fellow freshers, deep thoughts and reflections on what being a fresher is teaching me and  photos of my dear friends pulling complete skanks and slipping disgustingly.