*sigh*
I'm posting this from my sibling's room in Queens', sitting in the bay window and looking out, primarily at a wall, but also at the court over to the chapel.

I mostly wish I'd been put in a nice college.  Maybe I'd have gone less nuts in my first year.  Doing real English, in a college not full of wankers.  When I say I made no friends at college, I mean it.  I only made friends there (Dan, Jools and Dina) by accident - Dan and Jools because they were doing my course, and even then they weren't in my year.  Dina and I got to know each other through the Calling.

Homerton was 456 kinds of rubbish.  I wish I'd been allowed to go to, well, anyhere else.  Somewhere central, friendly and old.  I wish I'd had a nice room in my first year: one that I could have moved about in or had friends over to.  I wish my corridor hadn't been populated by wankers, who talked to me only as a novelty and then moved back to their real friends to talk about sport or evangelical Christianity or pashminas.

And I could hear George giving all the freshers herpes next door. 

Hey, at least I got a house for the next two years, right?  Sigh.