Not content with the stereotypical notion of a party-hard Spring Break, here in England, United Kingdom I spent most of my Easter Holiday going to the theatre and playing Nintendo. Wow, I wish there was a cooler way to say that. Of course, I went out with some friends at least twice and sat around all day eating in my …
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? …
The (After) Life Of The Party
Wow. No more school. For real, this time. What’s that? You want me to tell you all about my life, my internet friend? I know, I know, long time no speak.. Okay. I’ve had my last A-level exam, I’ve returned (most) of my books, we’ve had the leavers’ ceremony, we’ve been to the pub with our teachers afterwards. I’m a …
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