After handing in two large pieces of coursework today I felt that I had to write about what I witnessed. After a brief panic due to my printer deciding to jam itself with paper, I was slightly later than usual when I handed in my work. The deadline as always was 12pm on Friday. I arrived at the submission desks around 11.25pm where I joined what can only be described as a zoo! There were students absolutely everywhere and you could feel the panic in the air. Any sort of hard surface was surrounded by students all trying to fill in their submission forms. People were even writing on the floor. It was pure madness. There was a cacophony of sounds and words all jumbled up. Everything from “What’s the module number?” to “Eh what’s our tutors name?” could be heard from at least three floors above and below. It was as if nobody had handed in an assignment before.
Escape to the country
View from my houseView from 'Criffel', 4 miles from my village
When I first started university I use to look forward to going home very weekend to see my boyfriend. Four years on, I still look forward to travelling two hours south every Friday. However, it’s not for the reason of missing my boyfriend, it’s because I absolutely adore where I live. My house sits 100 metres back from the Solway Coast and has the most spectacular views from every window in the house. Even when I was growing up I appreciated the beautiful surrounding I had and realised how lucky I was.
One of my very close friends at university is what you would call a ‘typical student’. She has hundreds of friends all over the city, she is more often than not absolutely broke, she parties about three nights a week and attends every party/event she’s invited to. Then you have myself. I enjoy the odd night out with my friends in Edinburgh, however I usually keep my socialising for back home. I have met a great deal of lovely people at uni, but there are only a few people I would classify as being my close friends.
ZzZzZ…Grunt!!
Ok, so you’ve had a really long day at work, you come home to work on a university assignment, have some tea then head to bed. I mean you’re shattered. You’ve probably been up since at least 10am. I cant understand why parents don’t appreciate what busy lives us students lead. Anyway, now that you’re fed and watered and caught up on what’s happening in the jungle, you’re ready for bed. So you jump under your rather stale but homely covers and prepare yourself for some serious shut-eye. Just as you get into that certain position (where you feel like the person who invented beds invented them just for you because they are the best things in the world), you hear a noise. Perhaps it came from outside? Now you haven’t opened your curtains since the start of term and have no intention of doing so for the rest of term so you can’t even justify getting out of bed to look out the window.
You once again close your eyes in the hope of catching some Zzz’s. Just as you are remembering why you love beds so much…there’s that damn noise again. So this time you are pretty annoyed and decide to sit bolt upright in bed. You can always hear better when you sit up, it’s a fact. You hear a sound which resembles a piece of heavy wood being dragged across floorboards and think to yourself “what the hell is that?”. Once again you hear this peculiar noise. Why on earth would Mr and Mrs Grumpy from upstairs be moving furniture at 10.30pm? Then, as you hear what can only be described as a loud ‘grunt’, it all becomes clear. Somebody is snoring.
Dear Santa…all I want for Christmas is my loan
There are probably hundreds, if not thousands of students who have more worries already added to the stressful time that is university before Christmas. Most students either have a load of assignments to hand in or are preparing for dreaded exams. On top of that, they also have to think about buying presents for friends and family. This year, I am most definitely one of these stressed students. However, the main reason is not exams, assignments or buying presents; it is the fact that I have still not received my student loan.
Don’t look back in anger
Many of us look back on our childhood and believe that they were the best days of our lives. I am definitely one of those people. I had an amazing childhood, growing up in a small village situated on the Solway coast. My days were filled with riding my horses, makings dens on the beach and cycling around the countryside with my friends. Even at a young age I was aware that I was lucky to be growing up in such beautiful surroundings. I loved every day of Primary School as we spent a lot of time outside instead of being cooped up in a classroom for hours. However, recently I went back to couple of areas of my past and my memories changed dramatically.
It was a beautiful autumn morning so I decided to go for a ride on my horse. I don’t usually ride past my old primary school as it leads to a busy road but I thought I would go and see what the school play grounds now looked like. As I approached the school I was horrified to see some ghastly green gates blocking the access to what we use to call the ‘sandy’ (a wooded area filled with hills, bushes, trees and mud). I then went around to the side of the school too see the famous ‘octopus’ tree (named by the school children due to its huge limbs appearing from the trunk). We use to spend all of our lunch times climbing the tree, trying to climb as high as we dared. We usually ended up in trouble as we could never get back down which would result in us missing the start of our next class. Once again I was horrified to see that this iconic tree was no longer there. Read the rest of this entry »
Plastic surgery for O.A.P’s? Seriously?
I was truly shocked tonight when I turned on Channel Four and seen a program called “Ten years younger: Bus Pass Challenge”. I often watch the original ten years younger as some of the results you see are amazing. However, I found it hard to believe that this program was actually going to show an O.A.P receiving all kinds of plastic surgery in order to make themselves appear younger. Well, I was right as this is exactly what was happening. The show featured two older ladies, 64-year-old Marie and 72-year-old Betty who were both unhappy with their appearance. A lifetime of sun-worshipping without wearing protection, along with smoking around 140 cigarettes a week had left Marie with skin like leather and a face with more crinkles than a pack of McCoys. Betty on the other hand was just looking for a bit of a make-over and a few fashion tips. Read the rest of this entry »
Hello world!
Well, i can’t say that i have ever written a blog before so this should be good fun! It may take me a while to get into the swing of things but i will give it a go!
