When I toddled into Kate's office, of course she was Miss Adams then, (before she taught us to jump) for the interview for Uni 2 years ago, I wasn't really sure I wanted to do it. Had moved over to Mancland to marry the gorgeous chappie and couldn't find a job. He'd just done a year at Salford and was singing the praises of the place, so when he showed me the UCAS last-minute list of still available courses and I saw 'English, Drama & Performance Studies' I got interested. I'd done a Dip.H.E. back in the 80s and had regretted not going further, and this degree sounded pretty good.
Something changed for me in Kate's office that day, the chat, the debate over poetry, her passion, something. By the time I left there, I desperately wanted to do it. I remember asking her if she thought I'd find it tricky fitting in at my age, and she said, 'absolutely not, it'll be fine' the way only Kate can.
She could have been wrong of course. But she wasn't. This week I've realised how very blessed I've been. I've considered the dismal possibility of being plonked into a group of very different characters to work alongside, its made me shudder and thank my obvious abundance of lucky stars.
From the off, our gang of mostly youngters adopted me as one of 'them' in ways I could never have imagined. And not just me either, him indoors, too. Of course he thought he'd died and gone to hell being kissed and cuddled by nubile, smart and beautiful giggling girls (and Andrew), but he's been stoic to the end and suffered in silence. They shared their joys and troubles with us, making us feel so privileged. And they laughed at my bossy remonstrations, and ignored me when I got arsey and intolerant. When they could have become seriously pissed off with this old dear, they never did, or if they did they kindly never let it show.
Memories of lunches and evenings at the famous Bar Yours flicker through, a little hazy, but that was the wine. So many speeches standing on chairs while we declared our undying love for one another, and any passing lecturer. The unforgettable 'hen night' they organised in my honour, with the very greasy fireman stripper that none of us fancied, not even Andrew. The trips to Deansgate Locks where they sat me and him in a corner and kept an eye on us, ensuring that we could cope with the loud music and debauchery, as if we were their charges. The kareoke nights out where some of them wowed our locals with their fabulous star qualities. The get-together parties full of laughter and dancing, and yet more wine. Perhaps high on our list was the contigent who came to our wedding, at great personal effort on a snowy January day, and made it very special. All this of course was outside of the academia, or subsiduary, if you like. Perks of the job. The invitations kept coming and still do.
Within the degree, mostly in Max 106, we learned to trust each other with our best (and sometime shit) performances, knowing that the support was unconditional. We tolerated each others moods with only occasional minor tantrums. We learned to love the exceptional Frances P, adore Kate Adams, and be wowed by Szylvi whose 'guys' we became.
We even survived Tom, but it might be more discreet not to mention the joys of Peter Buse. Sigh. It hasn't been just me that's thought this gang was exceptional and fabulous either, the lecturers wholeheartedly agree.
It's our final year now, the countdown has begun, everyone has started planning what they're going to do next.
I want to wrap them all up in a big fluffy blanket and keep them safe for always.
Gentle Becky R and her wonderful poetry, Katie C's bubbly warmth, Faye C's witty impressions, Sally's exuberance, Fayemous's mischief making, Angela's excitement at her new ideas, the Bury girls' special take on life, Andrew's unforgettable vocals, the 'one off' Katie T, Jamie-Lea's fabulous smile, Aidan's serious views, Anna's ability to sit cross legged, Robbie's good intentions, Charlotte's craziness, Hannah's confusion, and even Adam's extraordinary gift for story telling lol.
We've lost a few along the way, Amy, Cat, Kelly, Jason, and the gorgeous Becky B, all sadly missed.
All wonderful people, stars in their own right, incredibly gifted and talented.
As is inevitable, some have become closer than others...the kindness, understanding and loyalty many show truly overwhelms me...I have no words for that.
To round up, I have loved our gang, from Romeo and Juliet to the serial killers...we've shared something special and you made it wonderful for me...thank you...take good care all of you. Now carry on and graduate with honours.
Lozza/Lola x
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