Anonymous Maastricht student notes

These people are insane 150 people are planning a picnic and idk why they keep mentioning sim cards

read the same admissions email 6 times and somehow it becomes less clear every time

Packing is just repeatedly asking whether an object deserves to cross a border.

I am working during the semester because I need to, not because I have exceptional time-management skills.

my room budget is apparently considered a cute suggestion by the maastricht housing market

I need a job for money and Dutch for the job and time for Dutch but the job would take the time. beautiful system.

A friendship changing does not mean either person betrayed it. I am learning this against my will.

I speak English all day and then call home and briefly forget how sentences work in every language.

I need friends who understand that discussing a terrible film for two hours is a legitimate evening plan.

My social battery is empty and somehow I am also lonely. explain the engineering

Arriving later than everyone else feels like showing up halfway through a film and pretending you know the plot.

Some people call it independence. My bank account calls it a developing situation.

Everyone keeps asking what kind of lawyer I want to be. I would first like to know what kind of student I am.

The first week of uni is mostly everyone performing a level of certainty that nobody actually has.

I want to bring all my books and apparently the airline has no respect for my emotional support library.

Student life gets described as cheap by people who have not bought groceries lately.

Every room viewing is five minutes of pretending the mould has personality.

Working minimum wage teaches many things, mainly how long an hour can become.

Moving away has turned every relationship into a conversation about what we expect from each other.

The most honest version of me appears while choosing what to cook with the ingredients I forgot I owned.

Muting a group chat is not rejecting people. Sometimes it is how I remain capable of liking them.

It is hard hearing “just come, it’s only twenty euros” when twenty euros is already three decisions.

The first time someone said “we saved you a seat” I nearly became emotional over a chair.

I am loud online and painfully shy in person. Some of you are about to witness a disappointing adaptation.

I still do not know half the names in the group but I recognise everyone by profile picture and typing style.

Landlords asking for a full biography before replying “already rented” should pay us an application fee.

Everyone loves a spontaneous plan until I ask what it costs.

Going to the gym alone and getting breakfast after is currently my healthiest relationship.

The group chat makes it look like everyone has friends, a room, a relationship and a five-year plan. be serious

called home to ask how long rice takes. adulthood is going well