Okay, so some of of you may start university this September/October and may need some handy hints and tips. I am aware said post may be pretty late for some,
most but look okay I’ve been busy…I’m still writing about this past year in my drafts okay, cut me some slack…
So…drum roll please!! Here’s my guide to Freshers: the ultimate two weeks of beer chugging, excessive spending and general madness before you immerse yourself in lectures and reading lists.
- The first thing you do after you pack? Go and meet your flatmates obviously! You really don’t want to be known as the Awkward Annie that just cowered in their room the whole time…go say HI. GO. *gives you a little push*
- Keep a door wedge. It’ll prove handy.
Don’t shit where you eat
- Don’t buy expensive kitchenware and cutlery. Shit will go missing. Trust me.
- First impressions do count but at the end of the year they will have completely overturned. My first impressions of everyone I met this year have nearly all changed
- A student loan and overdraft is not a handout from the Gods. You will need to pay it back. The debt will increase and increase and soon you’ll be living on Toast for Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner. And you won’t even have enough for butter.
Don’t shit where you eat
- It’s normal to want to go all out and spend every day partying and in a drunken stupor so hard that you’ll be a burbling mess half the night but learn to take it easy too. Freshers flu is a thing. Look after yourself.
- If you don’t drink then don’t despair. There will be stuff going on for non drinkers: take advantage of them!
- It’s a good idea to get the academic stuff sorted out too by checking reading lists, making sure you’ve enrolled on your modules etc
- Don’t shit where you eat – no seriously, sleeping with a flatmate is the worst idea ever. Unless you want it to be awkward for the remainder of the year.
- Get involved in as much as you can!! Before you get overwhelmed with work!!
- Enjoy ya’self hunnies 🙂
I saw something yesterday which made me feel an ounce of happiness in the jet black cave that is my mind, so I wanted to share it with you guys.
It’s something so miniscule and flippant that I don’t even know why, but it made my day. I was walking into University with my coffee (correction – liquid of brewed disappointment and sewage) when I saw one of my tutors walking past.
I haven’t mentioned her before but she is one of my current girl crushes. Passionate about Victorian literature and her fashion is always so ‘on point’ that I can’t help but marvel at whatever outfit she is sporting. She always looks a pretty picture.
Crushed red velvet blazer. Patchwork. Gothic shirt. Dayum. I almost want to pull up a chair after the seminar and ask her if she’s ever thought about modelling in Vogue. Or well, maybe not Vogue as they seem to favour Gigi Hadid whereas she’s more Helena Bonham Carter (with even more of an edge!). But y’know, somewhere with style.
Anyway I saw her walking outside one of the buildings holding hands with this other woman. They were both smiling and chatting happily. My lecturer looked happy. This woman looked happy. It just shows the power of love you know? It’s simple and you may be thinking “who cares?” but just seeing her all perked made me a bit happy. As supporter of homosexuality it made me happy. Relationship PDA? Yeah it’s normal and something you see a lot. But seeing one of your teachers in PDA? That’s different. Also, you don’t often see Gay or Lesbian PDA all that frequently? Why is that? Society is so conditioned to think of Gay or Lesbian PDA as uncommon so we feel more surprised when we see it in real life. But one day maybe it’ll be as normal as Hetero PDA. I’m happy that my lecturer was confident enough and happy enough to showcase her relationship without a care in the world. Love truly does conquer all.
Yes I’m cheesy and soppy and bleh. But it was something small which brightened my day. 🙂
So I know it’s not anything to scream about but I now have 100 followers…cue the sarcastic ‘Yays’
I can’t believe it took this lame-o blog a year to reach 100 followers but can you really blame it? It’s only now that I’ve started to write more regularly and not think of it as a chore that needs updating…it’s like having a baby, if you don’t treat it with love and affection it won’t treat you with love and affection. Okay maybe it’s a little different.
So yeah, to all my 100 followers you are entitled to a slice of free cake. On the house. Yup, you heard right 😉
“What are you doing right now?”
What am I doing right now? Lying on my bed with an open window thinking about nature and shit. Just kidding, I’m actually on my laptop browsing TSR and stuff but I am in my bedroom with an open window. Plus, I’m wearing a dress and it feels like I haven’t let my legs out from the Land of Jeans in years.
“You know it’s summer when you have an incentive to shave your legs”
The future can seem so daunting at times. Who will I be in a year’s time? Will I get good exam results? Will I fall in love? It just confuses me more than anything when I think about the future. And I’m scared. Terrified. Quaking in my black
fake leather boots. I had to firm my uni choices the other day and it took me about 3 hours to decide. I kept chopping and changing my mind – I’d only realised the other week I didn’t want to go to any of the universities I’d applied to. I wanted to go somewhere better. Then came my next worry. Evidently, I wasn’t going to get the grades. What if I had to take a gap year? I’d be stuck at home for another year while all my friends would be swanning off to university. You get the gist? I am an expert worrier. I worry about everything and anything. Will I ever become pretty? What if I boys don’t like me? What if I get ill again? Gah. I want to be one of those carefree people who take life a step at a time. More than anything I want to be happy. I want to be free.
So a few days back I was on a walk in the evening with my Dad. He’d convinced me to come out and pulled me out of my post revision slump. I was just chatting casually to him about my friends and how one in particular had just turned 18 and was desperate to get a tattoo which is literally her life long ambition (that and to own a pair of Timbaland boots) XD
He responded by saying “me too”
I then blurted out in shock “you’re not getting a tattoo before I do!”
He was smirking and mentioned he’d been thinking about it a while. I responded by telling him to take his mid life crisis somewhere else as:
a). My 46 year old father was not getting a tattoo
b) Especially not before me
That’ll make me lamer than my Dad! I am not gonna let him get a tattoo before me D:
Haha, thought I’d try lighten the mood up a bit as my blog is looking a tad shabby and in need of some humour and what not.
The Internet – Fast Lane
Oh no, it’s already four!
Oh wait I haven’t shut my door
Time to study or time to eat?
Well I can’t study until I’ve found a good seat!
I need to sharpen my pencils all day long
Can’t start until my shuffle goes to a good song
Hey look, I just got a text
Need to reply, it’s my friend, she’s slightly vexed
Must tidy my room and make my bed
Now I must make a start on dinner or my mum will see red!
Oh wait, it’s already 9, time to watch Game of Thrones and drown my sorrows
Screw revision, I’ll start tomorrow!
What’s up guys?!
So my Easter holidays are starting tomorrow and I’m totally dreading it for one thing because that means intense revision and there’s no backing out of the fact that my exams are less than two months away. *hyperventilates into a cushion*
As you can see from my earlier posts, I’ve been freaking out massively about the future. From changing my course to the university I want to go to, from panicking about my grades, from fretting over my procrastination skills – nothing new there – I’ve been particularly busy. For a while, I was set on going to University of Essex as it was an average- semi decent university for someone with my grades and I was happy to aim to go there. Then something changed. I realised I didn’t want to go there. The University of Essex is only about an hour away from me (I live in East London) and I had a sudden urge to get out of London/Essex. I wanted to go to a really good uni, a – dare I say it? – a Russell Group. I know what you’re thinking. How can a C/B student get into an uni like that? The answer is: I’m not sure of it myself. My only hope is doing better than I think I’m going to do and then on results day applying to a better university than I intended to go to through Adjustment. (I shall explain the whole university and UCAS system another time to my international followers ^^)
To do this, I need to work on my grades dramatically.
So we still haven’t come to the actual reason of this blog post and why I hate the dreaded Easter holidays. Well for an expert procrastinator like myself, intensive revision for two weeks is just…mind numbingly miserable. I can’t focus very well at home and although I do go sometimes to the library to study, at times I just can’t be bothered to move from my bed. Take right now, I’m meant to be making notes on the key themes of King Lear but I actually just spent the last hour trying to finish Games of Thrones S3 (which I have been trying to do for the past six months but failing due to my extreme slowness at TV shows) and browse The Student Room for University and Freshers blogs because reading up on how fun university is gets me extremely excited as I will be going there soon so double yay. Sad right? TSR is becoming my new obsession literally.
If anyone has any revision tips or wants to shed light on how to break the habit of procrastination then please comment below!
So as International Women’s Day was yesterday I thought I’d write a little something…
Women. As a gender, we have been subjected to intolerable suffering and unfairness for decades. It’s hard to believe that only in 1928 did the government give women the right to vote. At what cost though? The Suffragettes were an organisation of activists that aimed to change society for the better by fighting for equality. A group of hard hitting feminists standing up for what they believe in no matter what the cost. Emmeline Pankhurst, a well-known suffragette, subjected herself to hunger strike and was arrested on numerous occasions. Emily Davidson sacrificed her life and was killed by the King’s horses in Derby all because she was appealing to the King for a right that she was entitled to have. Thousands of Suffragettes were imprisoned for fighting the unlawful patriarchal society. These women all sacrificed something for the greater good and given women the same political rights as men.
So far so good right? Well no. Just because women now have political rights doesn’t mean we should stop there. What about women’s social rights? They are constantly belittled by men and objectified by the media. Nuts, Loaded, etc. need I go on? Social norms are constantly rearing their ugly heads too. When a male sleeps around, they are deemed ‘players’ and congratulated. Yet when a woman partakes in sexual behaviour, she is labelled a ‘slag’. Children are socialised from an early age about the roles males and females must have. Women must be the head nurturers and do all the housework. There isn’t much deviation from this, especially in traditional families. Socially, women are criticised, condemned and made to feel like they can’t do as much as men – or even more- without being scrutinised and constantly judged. The problem lies in agencies of socialisation such as family and education where children are first introduced to social norms and expectations. The media is also a key factor that structures our thinking.
Many are under the illusion being a feminist means being a ‘man basher’ and allowing women to get away with everything. As a keen feminist I would dismiss that idea immediately. Feminism is essentially about men and women being equal. The only way we can build an equal society is by not judging or labelling people – whether a man or woman – and introducing open minded thinking where people can do as they please, whether that differs from gender expectations or not.
Girls, this means asserting your rights and putting your foot down. Yes I mean that literally, stiletto heels are ideal for hurting that lout next time he tells you to “get back into the kitchen”.