Whoop Whoop 2nd Year!
So Survival of a University Student is becoming a 2nd year!
I am practically mourning my Fresher days already.
No more doing silly stuff just because I'm a Fresher, no Freshers fair; I feel so old!
However, before I declare myself a grumpy old student with no Freshers flair in me, I have three Freshers starting this year and that helps tremendously. Which means that, they will or I hope (after much persuasion) tell me the best Fresher parties so that I can gate-crash.
I'm still coming down on Freshers because if we're being honest here, these three weeks are the best you'll have at University.
So I have decided that until the end of October, I shall party. After that, I will put my head down, and I will study.
Whether this plan will last since my course is quite demanding and knowing them, I'll be emerged into a swarm of work.
On the subject of work and my course, I did well on my exams but I had to resit one.
There’s not much else to say about resits. They suck.
You do your best in an exam, you wait a month and a half and then you see the dreaded words of: Need to resit module.
But at least you can do them.
My motivation towards the exam wasn’t the best; I had work, volunteering, a social life and the thought of having to re-do an exam that I had already revised for… I didn’t want to do it.
But now, second year, I’m going to balance a job, work, volunteering and a social life. This can be done. I will do it.
Anyone got any tips?
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Friday 16 September 2011
Thursday 15 September 2011
My 2011 Summer
Hands up if when you look back on your summer, you had a good time!?
Because I know I did.
From the end of May until mid-September I’ve been on holiday. So there were days at home rummaging through Virgin Media TV choice on demand, scouring through the various channels only to spend the whole day on music channels and I might have even had a plan of what I watched when I woke up. If I was up early enough on a weekday I’d watch Home Under The Hammer at 10am, if not I woke up to The Maury Show at 11am, then music channels until E! News at 1pm and then yes, back to the music channels going up and down and up and down every ten minutes.
Or I was at work, with models (men, women, kids), steaming clothes, chatting to different kinds of people, eating really bad canteen food and singing along to out-dated 80's music that I love. Or, I was wristbanding random strangers outside the BBC studios in White City, London, getting them into some of my favourite shows.
At one point in my summer, I was managing a gate at Pride London Parade in the middle of Piccadilly Circus.
Picking up (for the first time) a speaker and getting near a thousand people to do the Mexican wave up and down each side of the barriers while the rest of my group, people I had only met a half an hour before, cheered me on. A gay guy asked me for a hug after as well as some girls asking me to take a picture with their Pride Teddy-bear; I’ve never felt so wanted before in my life.
Switch to, telling randomers that they couldn’t cross the road because if they didn’t notice there was a parade going on and though I understood that they had to go to their theatre showing, the parade stopped in a couple of minutes and only then could I let them through. Insert here the swear words, the pushing and the crushing of poor little me. Oh, and a transvestite called Tina who reminded me of a Army captain by the barks of ordering when things got a little too hard for me to manage myself. I did mean to say me to manage because in the middle of Piccadilly Circus at my first ever Pride I was managing a team of five to guard the gates, the ‘manager’ was sitting on the floor without a care in the world.
A day of volunteering meant a night time of parties and at 7.30am the next day I strolled into my house.
I went out quite a bit; I went to a Single Launch in London Bridge. Again, the best friend and I unlocked her door at nearly 6am that Sunday. A couple of birthday parties, drinking pitchers for myself and I may have forgotten that they were meant for sharing, house parties with rows and arguments, girly nights in talking nonsense until one in the morning.
BBQ's, family parties, hungover days, football matches... you get the jist.
Another volunteering experience of the summer was at a brilliant festival called LEEFEST. Started by a young 17year old (named Lee obviously) who, after his parents told him not to have a house party decided to stage a festival in his back garden in 2006. Now he has the likes of Fenech – Soler, DJ Fresh, Get Cape Wear Cape Fly (who waved at me!), The National, The Holloways and The Young Knifes and also, a ton of unsigned acts that will explode onto the music scene soon! By The Rivers were my favourite by far, look on their Myspace, they’re touring with The Specials.
If you can imagine, a gorgeous budget festival with wonderful people walking around, free Nandos, joking around with bubbly girls I met that day, not being too friendly with the Event Management girls (who decided to boss us around and didn’t realise who she was talking to, AKA Me. I had managed the car park the day before without her I think I could do it again).
A group of volunteering girls who thought that volunteering meant not doing any work and left our group of six to do all their shifts; gawping at Lee himself for being utterly cool riding on the back of a mini open top 4x4 (no doubt about it this guy oozed coolness without trying but the 4x4 helped) and end the weekend by discovering two 11year olds at the front of DJ Fresh and barricading ourselves around them from being washed away into the huge mosh-pit.
Fast forward a few weeks as I travel up to Bournemouth to check out my brand new house (a post on that later)! Two days later, a 10am start at IKEA to buy cool stuff to go with the house. I wonder the whole way around IKEA thinking of whether the colour scheme this year should be purple or black, white and orange…
However, news got round to my work that I wasn’t leaving just yet and so now, it’s one week of partying, another week of full on work. More cash for the partying I guess…
Now, who else wants to share?
LINKS: http://www.pridelondon.org/
http://www.leefest.org.uk
http://www.myspace.com/bytherivers
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Because I know I did.
From the end of May until mid-September I’ve been on holiday. So there were days at home rummaging through Virgin Media TV choice on demand, scouring through the various channels only to spend the whole day on music channels and I might have even had a plan of what I watched when I woke up. If I was up early enough on a weekday I’d watch Home Under The Hammer at 10am, if not I woke up to The Maury Show at 11am, then music channels until E! News at 1pm and then yes, back to the music channels going up and down and up and down every ten minutes.
Or I was at work, with models (men, women, kids), steaming clothes, chatting to different kinds of people, eating really bad canteen food and singing along to out-dated 80's music that I love. Or, I was wristbanding random strangers outside the BBC studios in White City, London, getting them into some of my favourite shows.
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| Aren't they pretty?! |
Picking up (for the first time) a speaker and getting near a thousand people to do the Mexican wave up and down each side of the barriers while the rest of my group, people I had only met a half an hour before, cheered me on. A gay guy asked me for a hug after as well as some girls asking me to take a picture with their Pride Teddy-bear; I’ve never felt so wanted before in my life.
Switch to, telling randomers that they couldn’t cross the road because if they didn’t notice there was a parade going on and though I understood that they had to go to their theatre showing, the parade stopped in a couple of minutes and only then could I let them through. Insert here the swear words, the pushing and the crushing of poor little me. Oh, and a transvestite called Tina who reminded me of a Army captain by the barks of ordering when things got a little too hard for me to manage myself. I did mean to say me to manage because in the middle of Piccadilly Circus at my first ever Pride I was managing a team of five to guard the gates, the ‘manager’ was sitting on the floor without a care in the world.
A day of volunteering meant a night time of parties and at 7.30am the next day I strolled into my house.
I went out quite a bit; I went to a Single Launch in London Bridge. Again, the best friend and I unlocked her door at nearly 6am that Sunday. A couple of birthday parties, drinking pitchers for myself and I may have forgotten that they were meant for sharing, house parties with rows and arguments, girly nights in talking nonsense until one in the morning.
BBQ's, family parties, hungover days, football matches... you get the jist.
Another volunteering experience of the summer was at a brilliant festival called LEEFEST. Started by a young 17year old (named Lee obviously) who, after his parents told him not to have a house party decided to stage a festival in his back garden in 2006. Now he has the likes of Fenech – Soler, DJ Fresh, Get Cape Wear Cape Fly (who waved at me!), The National, The Holloways and The Young Knifes and also, a ton of unsigned acts that will explode onto the music scene soon! By The Rivers were my favourite by far, look on their Myspace, they’re touring with The Specials.
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| A new friend and I at Leefest! |
A group of volunteering girls who thought that volunteering meant not doing any work and left our group of six to do all their shifts; gawping at Lee himself for being utterly cool riding on the back of a mini open top 4x4 (no doubt about it this guy oozed coolness without trying but the 4x4 helped) and end the weekend by discovering two 11year olds at the front of DJ Fresh and barricading ourselves around them from being washed away into the huge mosh-pit.
Fast forward a few weeks as I travel up to Bournemouth to check out my brand new house (a post on that later)! Two days later, a 10am start at IKEA to buy cool stuff to go with the house. I wonder the whole way around IKEA thinking of whether the colour scheme this year should be purple or black, white and orange…
However, news got round to my work that I wasn’t leaving just yet and so now, it’s one week of partying, another week of full on work. More cash for the partying I guess…
Now, who else wants to share?
LINKS: http://www.pridelondon.org/
http://www.leefest.org.uk
http://www.myspace.com/bytherivers
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Monday 12 September 2011
This Blog is about to change...
So I used to post all the time at the start of my first year. But I'm not so good at sitting down and writing when most of the time, the rest of my housemates were drinking... (can we say that's a good excuse..?)
And as much as I love to write, blog, put all my ideas down and share my university happenings to the world, it got a little too much sometimes - I get writers block A LOT (you can see I'm not really made for blogging, can't you?)
But this year, I'm hoping it'll be different.
I'm going to transform this little blog into something of Cupcakes and Cashmere, (http://cupcakesandcashmere.com), and of course, Because I'm Addicted. (http://becauseimaddicted.net/). Then, we count in the lovelies of Save The Student, (http://www.savethestudent.org), who I look up to tremendously on how to make a successful student site.
These bloggers/ student sites are getting so many hits a day they're making money from it.. IMAGINE!
Then there's, (http://nielsencerbolles.tumblr.com/), and my good friend, (http://lildarlinjay.tumblr.com), the two are born to blog.
These sites are just a few I could name from the many, many sites I've encountered through Twitter, Blogspot and the internet.
So here I am, about a week and a bit to go to University year two.
More about my parties, my course, the hardships of university, getting a job, the drinking, the housemates and just more on me I guess...
WATCH THIS SPACE!
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And as much as I love to write, blog, put all my ideas down and share my university happenings to the world, it got a little too much sometimes - I get writers block A LOT (you can see I'm not really made for blogging, can't you?)
But this year, I'm hoping it'll be different.
I'm going to transform this little blog into something of Cupcakes and Cashmere, (http://cupcakesandcashmere.com), and of course, Because I'm Addicted. (http://becauseimaddicted.net/). Then, we count in the lovelies of Save The Student, (http://www.savethestudent.org), who I look up to tremendously on how to make a successful student site.
These bloggers/ student sites are getting so many hits a day they're making money from it.. IMAGINE!
Then there's, (http://nielsencerbolles.tumblr.com/), and my good friend, (http://lildarlinjay.tumblr.com), the two are born to blog.
These sites are just a few I could name from the many, many sites I've encountered through Twitter, Blogspot and the internet.
So here I am, about a week and a bit to go to University year two.
More about my parties, my course, the hardships of university, getting a job, the drinking, the housemates and just more on me I guess...
WATCH THIS SPACE!
Survival of a University Student =)
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