Staying up all night is weird. Yesterday seems so far away, even though it was still only yesterday, because I've stayed up for so many hours in between then and now, or something.
Anyway, after the normal Union trip I came back to Melville for a while before we headed out again to join everyone else taking part in the May Dip.
Now, for anyone outside St Andrews who regularly reads this journal (yes, all both of you), the May Dip is a tradition where students go to the beach at sunrise and charge in to the sea on the first of May. I have no clue why, and neither does anyone else I've spoken to. I didn't take part last year as I was sensible, but this time I overcame my (quite justifiable) fear of plunging myself in to the North Sea.
I only went in up to my knees on the first run, because after wading in I realised that it seemed my legs had become detached from my body as I could not feel them at all. Shivering, I climbed back out and talked with a few Computer Science people who happened to be there, only to make the decision that I would go in and completely submerge myself a while later. And evidence will soon be available -![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
greenbo filmed a video of me marching towards the chilly waters, submerging myself up to my neck and then dipping my head under, complete with agonised screaming. (Sorry, Paul.)
The sensation is rather strange... it's very cold until you get to the knees, and somewhere above there it just stops, and provided you do it quickly enough the rest isn't bad at all... until you put your head under, which is when all the cold comes rushing at you at once and you freeze. It's even colder once you come out and start evaporating.
So, well done to everyone who got up the courage to do it, especially![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yemminie and steveo_h, who went in fully clothed. Very brave, but also rather daft, and that's something we should all admire. The walk home was rather difficult though - in between sleigh82 talking about how pointless the tradition is and how the problem of people ripping out lights on the North Haugh could be easily solved with a sniper rifle, sand was abrading its way in to places that I didn't even know could be sore.
Phew. I just got a rather massive shock as the radio started screaming out static. No skinless winged demons burst through the window, though - it was just the radio alarm that I'd forgotten that I had set. I should just be getting up now.
But as it is, I'm wrapped in my Dressing Gown of Snugness after a lengthy shower to get all the salt off, and soon I'll go to breakfast and then go to bed. It's rather an odd order to do things in, I know, but this _is_ St Andrews.
Anyway, after the normal Union trip I came back to Melville for a while before we headed out again to join everyone else taking part in the May Dip.
Now, for anyone outside St Andrews who regularly reads this journal (yes, all both of you), the May Dip is a tradition where students go to the beach at sunrise and charge in to the sea on the first of May. I have no clue why, and neither does anyone else I've spoken to. I didn't take part last year as I was sensible, but this time I overcame my (quite justifiable) fear of plunging myself in to the North Sea.
I only went in up to my knees on the first run, because after wading in I realised that it seemed my legs had become detached from my body as I could not feel them at all. Shivering, I climbed back out and talked with a few Computer Science people who happened to be there, only to make the decision that I would go in and completely submerge myself a while later. And evidence will soon be available -
greenbo filmed a video of me marching towards the chilly waters, submerging myself up to my neck and then dipping my head under, complete with agonised screaming. (Sorry, Paul.)The sensation is rather strange... it's very cold until you get to the knees, and somewhere above there it just stops, and provided you do it quickly enough the rest isn't bad at all... until you put your head under, which is when all the cold comes rushing at you at once and you freeze. It's even colder once you come out and start evaporating.
So, well done to everyone who got up the courage to do it, especially
yemminie and steveo_h, who went in fully clothed. Very brave, but also rather daft, and that's something we should all admire. The walk home was rather difficult though - in between sleigh82 talking about how pointless the tradition is and how the problem of people ripping out lights on the North Haugh could be easily solved with a sniper rifle, sand was abrading its way in to places that I didn't even know could be sore.Phew. I just got a rather massive shock as the radio started screaming out static. No skinless winged demons burst through the window, though - it was just the radio alarm that I'd forgotten that I had set. I should just be getting up now.
But as it is, I'm wrapped in my Dressing Gown of Snugness after a lengthy shower to get all the salt off, and soon I'll go to breakfast and then go to bed. It's rather an odd order to do things in, I know, but this _is_ St Andrews.
