Living with allergies at university
March 30, 2017
The title of this blog post won’t come as a surprise to anybody who knows me in real life, as sadly/humorously my defining character trait is ‘nut allergy’. Countless times over the years, when asked to give an unusual fact about myself, I’ve gone with the line ‘I’m allergic to everything’, which isn’t quite …
The Introvert’s Guide to Surviving University
February 14, 2017
We all grow up with fantasies about the world that slowly disappear as we get older. A perfect university experience is one of those dreams. A year ago, peering into this chapter of my life from the safety of home, I had high hopes for what everyday life at uni would be like. Little …
Reflections At The End Of First Year
June 7, 2016
As we enter June, long evening sunsets stretching across the sky and the queue for Ocean reaching new, unprecedented lengths, the term is nearly over. For me that means the end of my first year at university and I am taking this time to reflect on what I’ve taken away from the experience. Obviously, the …
Things I Miss About Living in Halls
February 19, 2016
I hit snooze on my phone for the umpteenth time that morning, realising my window for showering, getting ready, eating breakfast and making lunch for the day is narrowing. A February breeze shrieks through the bit of my unsealed window, and I wonder if I should finally get round to telling my landlord about the mould-infested corner in my …
Memoirs of a second year
November 13, 2014
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 …
Making Memories
October 16, 2012
Nothing will compare to your time at uni; it’s probably your first taste of responsibility and first time without your parents breathing down your neck, watching your every move. It’s something you have to make the most of, one day you’ll settle down and get a ‘proper job’, you’ll be a slave of your work …