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Student Ambassador Interview

My palms are sweaty. Knees weak, arms are heavy. There’s vomit on my sweater already, Mom’s spaghetti…   So things aren’t quite Slim Shady bad, but I wouldn’t currently consider myself as calm. The last time I had an interview, my trousers attached themselves to my chair and I left red-faced and with a brand …

Memoirs of a second year

And suddenly, without any real warning, we’re second years: responsible, fully functioning members of society (ahem) now submitting essays that actually count towards our degrees. Which can only mean one thing. It’s time to get nostalgic about the halcyon days of first year.     “What halls are you in?”- The ultimate Fresher’s icebreaker that …

That’s not my name

I’ve never been very good at those awkward icebreaker activities tutors get you to do at the start of term. I usually forget that I have interests, panic and either say something like “I like tea” (true, but doesn’t everyone?) or make something ridiculous up (I once told a class that my middle name was …