Life of a Horlock Resident
When I first arrived to accommodation I really didn’t know what to expect, I’d already seen pictures of the place and it looked so-so – alright - I didn’t think about it much. Though if you’re someone like me, that isn’t much of a drinker or partier, maybe Horlock isn’t the right place for you to be. The noise levels can be pretty high, even when you’re living in the ‘quiet’ area you’ll still have to put up with the noise blaring from other houses. Oh, and each house has 12 accommodated students aka your house mates, doesn’t mean they’re all your mates, it’s all about getting along and getting by. Some people you’ll easily befriend, others not-so-much.
The good thing about living at Horlock is that it’s at the heart of Salford University, you’ve pretty much got access to everything; the USSU shop, Clifford Whitworth library is right down the pavement, a café (COSTA), the student house and at this time of year… a shit load of construction work surrounding you throughout the day. The weekly cost is alright, not too high, not too low – it’s middle class standard when you think about a 1st year Halls of Residence. You have the chance to make friends with more people than just in your course, which is quite nice. But you're guaranteed to get a few idiots anywhere you go, some people may or may not like you.
Now for the bad parts; you don’t choose who you wish to live with, you could end up with some right scruffy bleeders. There will always be a mess that’s created and the people that make the mess usually won’t clean it up and leave it to other people. Maybe the majority of your house will hate cleaning and there will always be something to complain about that someone else did. Be prepared to never sleep, as the house next door may be partying till 3AM on a Monday night when you have lessons in the morning. Inconsideration does not exist in most peoples vocabulary anymore; you may feel like you’re living in the Tudor era when your neighbours start throwing their rubbish out their windows, it’s always a pleasant surprise at the end of the evening. The walls in the rooms are thin enough for you to hear people shouting and talking around you all day and maybe all night, leading you to in sense paranoia. Although, we are humans and can adapt to our habits, I think I've adapted fine even if I have the occasional cases of paranoia now and then.
Welcome to bloody Horlock, it's (not-so) fantastic.