I’m officially no longer a fresher. You might have noticed I’ve itched for this moment since I got to university, but I reluctantly reset the keycard to my room at Royal Holloway. If anyone’s living in Tuke F-3A-05 in future, and you happen to stumble across this post, look underneath the desk next to the bed, and you should see …
Lark On My Go-Kart
I’m starting to see the upside of having a car and living a paltry 35 miles away from University. I enjoy many simple trips to the local Marks & Spencer to buy….microwaveable puddings. Hop in and go to Staines for the cinema! Anything beats the Summer Term sparsity of people on campus. I thought it was bad in September, but …
And Then There Were None
Sitting alone in the flat at the end of term, the time has just flown by. Almost a year of university, gone in what feels like half the time. And that’s sort of true. The academic year timetable passes quicker than the calendar one. Is that good or bad? Sitting alone in the flat seems to be a habit of …
Sometimes Things Get Like, Whatever
I remember when I was at school, if I didn’t go out on a Saturday, I’d be in a bad mood. Saturday was the only day I could go out without worrying about what work I had to do – and without being knackered from the week. No after-school commitments to worry about. I can’t quite believe I forced myself …
Feel The Pressure
On the eve of my nineteenth birthday, I fear of people’s perception of me. How quintessentially adolescent. I told you I’ve been horrendously busy, so a quick recap? I got a few poorly-written essays back, with poor marks. I went to Societies’ Ball. I didn’t win either of the two awards I was nominated for. I didn’t have a very …
Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet
Mr. Ahmed G.Wuma 03:23 Dear stylianou I have been in search of someone with this name “stylianou “, so when I saw your name I was pushed to contact you and see how best we can assist each other. I am mr Ahmed Wuma,i am regional manager of UNITED BANK OF AFRICA GHANA(UBA). I believe it is the wish of …
One Million Billionth Of A Millisecond On A Sunday Morning
I don’t know where to begin. “I’ve had better”. That’s a phrase I’ve uttered numerous times since I’ve been back at university. In case anyone thinks I was being my usual coy (read: cryptically, annoyingly-closed) self, it’s because my dad spent most of the winter break in hospital. I think I was entitled to be a small misery guts, mmkay? …
Unexpected Places
Well, that was certainly one of the most odd evenings I’ve had. And a rollercoaster of emotion. Before I begin, what’s happened recently? I received my NUJ press pass in the post (yay!) but ended up not being allocated tickets for the Guardian Student Media Conference (boo!). Last night, I went to see Wintersleep support Dan Le Sac vs. Scroobius …
Homesick at Space Camp
Sorry. I’ve slipped even further behind on updating. But this time, I have an excuse, because I was actually doing things. I went to Cyprus, which was fine. Relaxing, reading my pre-University reading list, sun, sea, sand… I went to see underOATH at The Astoria, but really went for the support band, Envy on the Coast, who I met after …
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