Here in Sheffield we’re just coming into the exam period and the crowds of students swarming in and around the various university libraries makes them resemble Red Cross food distribution centres as they desperately try to commit every last piece of useful information to memory before the exams. It also marks the start of what I’ve come to know as “sleep-walking student season” because take a stroll into our main library and you’ll see students wandering around as if dressed for bed. Seriously! You couldn’t make this up. The library in question is a very swanky and award-winning 24 hour study centre which even has a shower room – it really is a marvel of library design even if it is a bit like the set of Friends. But wander in late at night or first thing in the morning and you’ll see the occasional smug-looking student with a book in one hand and a takeaway coffee in the other shuffling around, bleary-eyed and waiting to be noticed in their slippers. Not even sensible, discreet old man slippers, don’t you know, but the kind of fluffy animal slippers teenage girls wear at slumber parties. More recently the ante has been upped somewhat and pyjamas now make an occasional appearance.
I’m not one to criticise students for showing commitment to their studies. Heaven knows so many of them seem to think that they don’t need to study… I mean, like, hello… I’ve paid, like, mega-bucks for this degree – why should I, like, study or whatever? It is actually quite heartening (if a little sad) to see students in the library on a Saturday night but this slippers malarkey seems to be an exercise in “über-studentness”. It’s almost like they are saying “I’m more of a student than you… I SLEEP here. I’m so committed to my studies, I’m so much more intelligent than you.” God be with the days when the sign of a true student was a supermarket trolley full of really cheap booze, experimenting with Mother Nature’s medicine cabinet, a funny accent, puking in a front garden on the way home from the pub and joining the Socialist League of Paragliding Rabbits and Scarecrow Restoration Volunteers.
A cynical man might be tempted to ask whether the fact that they have to spend so long in the library that they need to wear their jimjams and slippers means they’re a teensy bit dim, like a 5 Watt light-bulb. That their poor old brains aren’t wired up properly so that they can’t get information into their heads in anything approaching a reasonable period of time. But I’m not that cynical. In fact, I like the fact that students are still as weird, silly and downright bonkers as ever. It’s what makes universities interesting places to work and I don’t think I’d like it if they suddenly started acting normal. If they start coming to class like that I might have to change my mind though…