apologies for the french – i’m channelling my inner bedbug. A lieu de mémoire (French for “site of memory”) is a physical place or object which acts as container of memory Sabine Marschall, 2013 There’s one lecture that I remember most clearly from my time at university, about memory and place. I don’t remember a lot of […]
My whole life, I’ve felt like I knew what to do next. I knew I was going to go to school, then college, then university. But what I’m realising now, a little too late, is I never filled in the plan after graduation. I knew I’d get a job, but I never coloured in the […]
Now that I’m coming into my last six weeks at uni, I’m thinking a lot about the things I’m going to miss. I’ve genuinely loved the last three years, and I don’t feel ready to graduate. Especially with so much of my uni experience being hampered by the pandemic, I’m already feeling starting to miss […]
It’s really hard to get my head round the fact that I’ve nearly finished my degree. I have three weeks left of lectures, 10 weeks left of my degree, and about 11 left on my student house tenancy. Or, to count it down in another way, 8000 words left of assignments til I’m free. My […]
It’s old news now that Instagram is bad for our mental health. It’s been one of the facts mainstream media has latched onto for the last few years when coming up with ways to persuade us that constant advances in technology, especially mobile technology, are bad. Along with suggestions that too much screen time is […]
I could talk about music for hours. Barely a day goes by where I’m not on Spotify for hours at a time, in the background while I’m working or walking or running or cooking or just listening to it. Because I love talking about and sharing the songs I love, and my friends couldn’t really […]
Uni during a pandemic is hard. Third year, when the work gets hardest and the deadlines matter the most, would be hard anyway. Third year as part of the Covid cohort? Feels almost undoable. Add in the perception that students should just be used to living in a pandemic at this point and it’s not […]
I went into my 20th year, and more specifically my final year of uni, feeling overconfidently optimistic. My birthday was in May, around the time the restrictions of the first lockdown were slowly beginning to ease, and things generally seemed good. None of us had any real idea of how hideous the next nine months […]
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