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Missing out on the Uni experience

This year has been extremely difficult for everyone, so it feels selfish to mourn my disrupted plans when others are mourning loved ones. However, I know that there are other students around the country, around the world, who feel the same.  My birthday Ocean My friends and I decided that we’ll celebrate my 20th birthday, …

A Love Letter To My First Year At Uni

Hello again! It’s been quite a while since I’ve had a chance to blog about my life at university and that’s probably because I haven’t had much of a life for the past few weeks. However, I managed to scrape through finals week which means I’ve successfully made it through one whole year at Nottingham …

The 3 Emotional Stages of Being in Your Final Term

The end is nigh.   1.Denial Just point blank denial. No it is not nearly May and that is when I finish. Graduation? What’s that? Definitely not something that is happening to me this July. I refused to let myself think about it and was just pretending to be a first year again. I feel …

Uni: Top Five Moments

This day has finally come, where I am writing my final blog post for the university. It also means that I am no longer a student at the university. Don’t get me wrong, I am so glad to be done with exams (for a while at least). However I am not quite ready to stop being …

Grad Ball & Glad Rags

After getting back from Turkey at 5am Thursday morning and rushing into campus for the penultimate Morning Show with Kiran and Alix on URN, I was left with an hour to get ready for Grad Ball. Three years of University and it was all coming to an end! WARNING: SENTIMENTAL SENTENCE!!! It doesn’t seem that long …

Course Life

Usually I use this blog to tell everyone what’s happening outside of my degree. In fact I barely mention my course at all apart from when I’m rushing to meet a deadline. But after taking the National Student Survey this week, a survey for final year students, I realised I do actually really like my …

Making Memories

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 …