Jack´s blog

I think they call this a rite of passage. It´s where you??re standing in the kitchen of your new halls of residence with your mum and dad, making them a cup of tea with your new box of teabags before they go, and pretending not to notice that your dad is getting a bit damp around the eyes and, to disguise it, has gone over to the window (we´re on the seventh floor). He´s staring at the wasteland outside where they??ve run out of money to redevelop the old industrial quarter so they´ve put up cheap housing for students instead. ´Man,´ I can hear you saying, ´these new-build halls of residence really make a statement about education in the UK, don´t they?´