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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Traditionally marketing is
market focused; aiming a product to the market and promoting it in a way that
customers feel that they need or want this product. Marketing is constantly in
our faces, TV adverts, computers, magazines are full of them; Spotify adverts,
posters around university or work and in the local supermarket. They all
require you to want something that you didn’t have before or the need to
upgrade.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Arts can be thought of as
older people going to view the opera through their small magnifying glasses up
high in boxes (Pretty Woman, may spring to mind). Or watching the pantomime with
your 7 year old siblings shouting, “he’s behind you!!!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">But arts is much more than
these examples, the younger generation (such as mine) may have long forgotten
the arts as being fun, unique and expressive events. Or even forgotten how
broad the arts’ world actually is and that we actually love the arts but never
thought of it as something we would actually consider going to without Simon
Cowell making money of us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Marketing within the current
market is more constant and with
technology becoming more and more advanced; marketing has had to change with
the lifestyle shifts. Arts, has had to change too and with it, more studies
into what is the ‘arts’ exactly, why people should still attend and how to
market the arts successfully.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">This blog is going to delve
into the world of arts marketing and how marketing has to be adapted to
complement the arts entirety to make sure beautiful performances such as
ballet, opera, dance and theatre are buzzing with atmosphere and experiences
that will last in customers minds. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">But can arts marketing influence the
way we see and understand marketing itself?</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">One could argue that arts
marketing<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> </i>looks at concepts of how
different sectors can manipulate the traditional views on marketing to create
newer, more efficient methods to attract more customers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Additionally, to take a step
further and produce an entirely new outlook on marketing, just for arts
organisations.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Another view could be that
arts are essentially within the business sector and therefore, traditional
marketing methods should be transferrable for all business types. But is this
view too simple for the large vast of art events?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">All three different views on
marketing the arts give an insight into the different kinds of literature there
has been throughout the years.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Marketing<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">The one main significance of
the traditional marketing is that it is market focused. Marketing consists of
creating a product for a sector of potential customers who have a particular
need or a want for said product, and through using the marketing mix effectively
will help to aim at the selected market (Baines et al, 2008).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">The traditional marketing
method is:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Arial;">Marketing mix
for the market<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">The marketing mix consists
of 4 or 7 P’s: Product, Price, Place, Promotion, People, Process and Physical
evidence. This is no different in either traditional or arts marketing however,
the elements within the P’s should be adapted to work within the chosen
organisations.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Arts</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">It has been difficult to
define the arts’ as it is a broad area made up of many components such as
theatre, museums, film, music, art pieces, opera and dance. However artists
that create such art for the different components can be described as <a href="http://www.artscouncil.org.uk/publication_archive/market-matters-the-dynamics-of-the-contemporary-art-market/" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Buck</span></a>
(2004, p.22) said, “</span><i style="font-family: Arial;">Artists can be seen
as highly efficient micro businesses, which, often on the slenderest of means,
are able to convert creative value into commercial worth.”</i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">There are many great
advantages of arts marketing, the main one being to create experiences with
customers and to help people have a better understanding of the arts through
their experience at an event. A quote from </span><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><a href="http://ehis.ebscohost.com/eds/pdfviewer/pdfviewer?sid=3e990507-5153-495c-95f6-0443b22d4e03%40sessionmgr15&vid=51&hid=101" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Kotler and Scheff</span></a> (1996) stated that “If the essence
of art is the relationship between the artist and the audience, the arts
organization must be vigilant in pursuing both the artists' and the audiences'
best interests.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Whether it’s an anticipated
ballet performance or an interactive family Christmas show, having the customer’s
experience creates a value-in-experience. It depends on the customer to be able
to co-create this kind of experience of an event (<a href="http://www.emeraldinsight.com/journals.htm?articleid=872899&show=abstract" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Prahalad and Ramaswamy</span></a>,
2004).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Definitions of Arts Marketing<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">The arts are
‘production-led’ because they provide a service. The original marketing models
need to be adjusted to focus more on the services and customers than on the
market itself. Mokwa et al. (1980) stated that the marketing of arts have to
match the artist’s creations to an appropriate audience, which is in itself, is
a special case of marketing as it doesn’t follow most marketing tools.
Traditional marketing has to be moulded and re-evaluated to be able to fit in
with arts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">One definition of arts
marketing from Hill et al. (2003, p.1): <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“an
integrated management process which sees mutually satisfying exchange
relationships with customers as the route to achieving organisations and
artistic objectives.”<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">This aims to build a
relationship with current and potential arts customers to create a arts
experience as well as, integrating all organisation objectives around the
customer to constantly learn and evolve with the arts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">A personal definition of
arts marketing is: re-adjusting and re-creating the marketing models to produce
a more definite and accurate process to effectively encourage customers to
experience the world of art.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">This signifies how<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"> </b>arts/ culture<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"> </b>organisations can take the original methods and make them their
own to achieve more effectiveness and efficiency. Nevertheless, throughout this
blog there are constantly different versions of what makes arts marketing and
so, this personal definition needs improvement as my personal development of
arts marketing increases. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Arts Marketing Processes<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Arts Marketing Model<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Re-creating the traditional
marketing model for the arts consists of more steps to building a successful
arts marketing plan. Being that the arts is not market-led and more product/
services based, the arts marketing model starts with the company or the product
(which would be a play, opera or ballet performance) as its first step. Steps
two and three is the research into the market and finalising which market is
the correct one to aim to. After, more research into the market and the start
of marketing. The company will then look into the objectives, planning,
customer experience and other elements in hopes of being able to co-create with
the customer. At last, the marketing mix is implemented into the process and
the final step is getting the product out to the chosen market (Colbert, 2007).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">The steps of the new Arts
marketing model, therefore will be:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Maslow’s Hierarchy and the Arts<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Another example, the
well-known <a href="http://ehis.ebscohost.com/ehost/pdfviewer/pdfviewer?sid=28444c8c-8b09-4d02-9c81-fa13b134ba76%40sessionmgr4&vid=5&hid=6" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Maslow Hierarchy</span></a> (1943) and his pyramid of motivation have been
adapted to fit the motivation to attend the arts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Maslow’s hierarchy sees
people wanting to satisfy basic needs instead of the marketing norm of creating
needs and wants. Through this arts related hierarchy, there is explanation that
arts can indeed satisfy on all levels contributing to the overall arts
experience.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">5.
Physiological – The facility brings comfort, warmth and refreshments<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">4. Safety – Having confident staff with knowledge
into the attraction<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">3. Social – Conversational and participation
opportunities with others<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">2. Esteem – Enhancement/ self-image<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">1. Self-Actualisation – Knowledge/ education<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Criticism<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><a href="http://ehis.ebscohost.com/eds/pdfviewer/pdfviewer?sid=3e990507-5153-495c-95f6-0443b22d4e03%40sessionmgr15&vid=41&hid=115" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Butler</span></a> (2000) critiques that
popular textbooks such as Colbert (2007) and Hill et al (2003), identify why
arts marketing is so different however, uses the traditional textbook marketing
highlighting the marketing mix and planning processes. This is the assumption
that all marketing can be transferrable throughout many different sectors as
stated earlier in this blog. Butler also states that since there is not a full
understanding of the arts as a marketing context then all previous literature
is untrue. Having said this, he mentions that arts overlap with services,
non-profit and public service contexts. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Which would somehow
contradict his previous statement as this would question why couldn’t
traditional marketing methods overlap with arts too? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">In contrast to this, the
arts marketing incorporating Maslow’s theory is very interesting within the
four levels of product in arts experience because it highlights that a customer
can be satisfied on each level. Equally, it emphasises that re-adjusting
traditional marketing does indeed work and can be quite effective.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Conclusion<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">All authors from Hill et al. (2003),
Baines et al. (2008) and Colbert (2007) make good conclusions on why arts’ marketing is
unique to traditional marketing. In spite of this, Butler makes a good argument
that arts’ marketing does need more than re-modelling traditional methods. However,
marketing has always been about evolving the standardised meaning of marketing
and making something new and more exciting out of it to attract new customers
and to engage them. One could argue that this is what arts’ marketing does too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">This blog has focused on
adjusting the traditional methods to create useful newer models for arts
marketing and arts organisations. There has been criticism of these methods
however, it seems to be successful for organisations as it looks at arts
experiences and customers needs and wants too. Therefore, combining arts within
marketing should be used for now until there is a more unique way to sum up
arts as a marketing context.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Survival Of A University Studenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01801501896882681782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350441939509856011.post-36424430935237616822013-05-15T12:24:00.001+01:002013-05-15T12:24:12.429+01:00Re-blogging a Blog: Mumblings, Musings and Rantings...: Internships: OneA great mate and now a great blogger!! Have a read..<br />
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<a href="http://jesspitman.blogspot.com/2013/05/internships-one.html?spref=bl">Mumblings, Musings and Rantings...: Internships: One</a>: I figured a good starting point for my first real blog would be about Interns and Internships since I am one and I'm on one.... In two p...<br />
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Survival of a University Student =) <a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="vertical" data-via="UniSSurvival" href="http://twitter.com/share">Tweet</a><script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"></script>Survival Of A University Studenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01801501896882681782noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350441939509856011.post-41696063481907272002013-03-21T13:30:00.000+00:002013-03-26T21:19:53.717+00:00Never do a buffet on a Sunday..<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Functions... when I agreed to be on this placement I knew this was going to be hard. I don't study functions at university and I sure as hell wasn't being taught it on my Event Management degree. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So now that I'm thinking about it, why on earth I even picked it is beyond me... But Jayne, the be all and end all of Function Managers, made it look so organised and smooth that the thought of me messing up on a regular basis seemed so far-fetched. I'm so organised. I have notepads for just about everything and my training went so well, I wrote everything I possibly could down in those three scattered days. I even trekked to Chislehurst!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">However, as the old saying goes: saying something and doing it are completely different things. Because once I actually started to work as a Function Coordinator (I don't say Manager because I'm <em>nowhere</em> near there yet) and as soon as that happened.. it went downhill a bit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">My to-do lists became two pages long and took three weeks to complete, I wasn't spending all my time on Functions. </span><span style="font-family: Arial;">I have done at least six functions in the three months I've been here. But I've also been the barmaid for a month, in the restaurant for a few weeks, a part-time receptionist and run-around for everyone since June. </span><span style="font-family: Arial;">So, you can imagine, when I did have functions it would get put to the back of my mind. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">But although it sounds like I'm complaining or making excuses - I'm not. This is me learning about my place here at The Dukes Head, this is me learning about my placement and how it's COMPLETELY different to my studies. This also shows me that I'm better at events than at functions.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">You may be wondering why I have a slightly strange but oddly fitting title but that's because 45 minutes ago I was told that we should never have a buffet on a Sunday because the kitchen has too much prep work for that day. I don't know about you but... I had no idea. Plus, it didn't help that with everything that's been going on lately, I totally forgot to tell my kitchen about this buffet. I'm not in his good books anyway.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">So, I've come to this easy conclusion for myself and everyone else: it won't happen again. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">This week alone has been an absolute eye opener for myself and the world of functions. If you get it wrong, you really get it wrong. But cast your eyes back to the first paragraph. I didn't know anything about functions three months ago. Three months ago I was more worried about how I pronounce my words during interviews. And if I would be able to still go out drinking once I started placement (for the record: you don't.).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">In conclusion, and in a way to finally feel better about myself so I don't go home crying at how crap this week has been, if I've only messed up a couple of times three months in then I'm doing okay. I'm not bad at this job and I know I can get better and learn more as the months fly by - the damage was small enough that it could be rectified quickly and noone died. I'm doing okay. As long as it's now and not on Christmas Day - we're all good!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">So never do a buffet on a Sunday folks. Apparently in the World of Functions - that's a huge no-no.</span><br />
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Survival Of A University Studenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01801501896882681782noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350441939509856011.post-77368611665571928992013-03-18T12:30:00.000+00:002013-03-26T21:20:09.842+00:00Placement so far..<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I haven't blogged in what feels like years.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I miss blogging.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have literally had no time for blogging. It sucks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm sure you'll want to know what I've been up to! It's going to take a long read and a couple of posts but I will fill you in. Hopefully, you will learn from my silly mistakes and mishaps on everything I've done and been through.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm writing this because my 40 weeks of placement are over. I started, I tried, I conquered (somewhat) and now I can put up my boots and bow to the crowds.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But... I didn't sign up for a 40 weeks placement, I signed up for a year. But I feel like it's pretty amazing that I've survived 40 weeks being in a work environment without really knowing what to do, how to start and being pushed into the deep end of being in the Events/ Hospitality Industry.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fellow Placement students will know how hard it is, you sit in the lectures when they tell you about the trials and tribulations but you roll your eyes and say "of course it's going to be hard."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But you really don't get it. You can only live it to realise.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Because it's bloody hard. And I'm exhausted.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So to congratulate myself and show you lot how hard this placement has been; Over the next couple of weeks I'm going to be posting blogs I've been trying to start and never finished on all things placements, working and me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Stay tuned.</span><br />
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Survival of a University Student =)
<a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="vertical" data-via="UniSSurvival" href="http://twitter.com/share">Tweet</a><script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"></script>Survival Of A University Studenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01801501896882681782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350441939509856011.post-39270994470130537982012-09-03T11:00:00.000+01:002012-09-03T11:00:06.355+01:00Reading Festival!<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">If I said this was my first festival experience, I would be lying. I’ve done V Festival and LeeFest (see my post on volunteering). But I’ve done nothing like Reading Festival.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">So first off I spent way too much on essentials, tent and clothes – obviously. I’m a girl.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf_z23tCEsF0Rz72hpQxgbWbfRvd2O8lKBqc0KOsKkwRlN35bJt67Pj8Wmc2bqmp99c9nwEHpj6YGgKXDNyf-OA0vBTLnP_HxQsGgF0qEVhK1g7PpJokDt3jEwhHRIA9CuXpValwChXsc/s1600/IMG_0336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf_z23tCEsF0Rz72hpQxgbWbfRvd2O8lKBqc0KOsKkwRlN35bJt67Pj8Wmc2bqmp99c9nwEHpj6YGgKXDNyf-OA0vBTLnP_HxQsGgF0qEVhK1g7PpJokDt3jEwhHRIA9CuXpValwChXsc/s200/IMG_0336.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I finally learnt how to pitch my tent like two days before from my mother who came to get me beyond excited as I was sulking that I couldn’t figure out how to pitch a tent, to see said tent standing upright and looking how it actually should look. I haven’t been that surprised in a LONG time.<o:p></o:p></span></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCrdCUTZWWHfcooP5cj1hxK1tbBtUCgHu0AuYMl3ZfrsptCdmHmpJ1ZnMVrQ8v6LjFYmT5UV0JWsO3MHz9olld5O5JfiXIOaWK5GO9t36AR2CyjerSWwzbCVtBI4lYgJillpoUKa-woPU/s1600/DEAF+H+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCrdCUTZWWHfcooP5cj1hxK1tbBtUCgHu0AuYMl3ZfrsptCdmHmpJ1ZnMVrQ8v6LjFYmT5UV0JWsO3MHz9olld5O5JfiXIOaWK5GO9t36AR2CyjerSWwzbCVtBI4lYgJillpoUKa-woPU/s200/DEAF+H+%25282%2529.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Packed, excited, said all my goodbyes at work, I sat at Clapham Junction for an hour waiting for my little cousin. I love that girl with all my heart – she makes me laugh and she’s bloody great but OMG. I wanted to throttle her. I people watched for a while though (sorry to say all the fit blokes were taken).<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">We couldn’t really agree on food. I think that’s one of the worst things about festivals. Food. What the hell do you eat – if you even eat (we all know most of the time you’re drinking). I personally think we had a good idea going (apart from the doughnuts and maybe the cereal choice… And of course the sausage and tuna pasta, that wasn’t the best idea).<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE0Rh0FMvluWY2PMpHtHBHOrs29xd58kD_EmuobKZreGyOhOVEQFnTG7W-Ewt9VTQfZbr6uLLapHW8hNXJDn6_nPgDfPB7ZL6yaTG072fPtNKjOdmrlwMwhKYspi-i_DK-J9-ksLhhJYU/s1600/ALT-J+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE0Rh0FMvluWY2PMpHtHBHOrs29xd58kD_EmuobKZreGyOhOVEQFnTG7W-Ewt9VTQfZbr6uLLapHW8hNXJDn6_nPgDfPB7ZL6yaTG072fPtNKjOdmrlwMwhKYspi-i_DK-J9-ksLhhJYU/s200/ALT-J+%25282%2529.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Getting there was fine. It all went downhill from the moment we started walking from the cab to the festival. Because as girls going to a festival we bought too much. We stopped all the time – no, my cousin stopped all of the time. In my head once I stopped it became clear that I was in serious pain. I had four heavy bags plus two bags filled with food, before I offered to hold more because my cousin was trailing behind. It took near enough and hour and fifteen until we reached the White camp from Red. Now if any of my readers know Reading Festival, they’ll know that that’s a long ass walk. And that was made thrice as long because there were drunks and other people walking just as slow. So you can imagine I was not happy. I got the tent up only to find the vodka had spilled. THE VODKA HAD SPILLED. My night was ruined. My poor cousin having to put up with me and I’m trying to be as nice as possible without being rude but I’d already had a long day and it was like nearly 10pm and now the vodka had spilt all the way down my back and on my clothes.<o:p></o:p></span></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Another little thing… why are tents so small? Why can we not stand up in tents and I am so glad ours was waterproof. If I do another festival with tents I am making sure I can stand up because getting changed and moving around is an absolute chore. Plus, the bigger ones are so much cooler. Yes, heavier but cooler.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">FRIDAY<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Friday was different. I had to get used to the coldness of being in a tent, the feel of the festival, what we’d do for the day etc. Also, using the disgusting toilets. I walked into a shack like cubicle and for unknown reason looked back (I can vomit just thinking about it. That image will never ever leave my mind). I have a question for all festival-goers and festival organisers… how? And more importantly, WHY??? There must be another way surely!? If you have ever seen the scene in Slumdog Millionaire with the toilets… it was EXACTLY like that.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">We saw about 13 different bands from Hadouken!, Friends, Palma Violets, Random Hand (they were the biggest surprise of the festival – so good), Deaf Havana, some Coheed and Cambria, Angels and Airwaves, You Me At Six, Bombay Bicycle Club, The Courteeners, Foster The People (had a mini panic attack no biggie) Paramore and The Maccabees (who were better than expected).<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWWWaQEq6c2w-JGRPWQcKoH7NAb-Y6T9-9si8ZSnu922-vG4YDD5gDfGiKTvUKvc4v3KmNA1iRlEwcvad_6inUJ1YpBkvuHkZdbAOH9F8zef65Nco8zW6SJi1VzpC8xqOoznJU6bH3xsA/s1600/CIMG2152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWWWaQEq6c2w-JGRPWQcKoH7NAb-Y6T9-9si8ZSnu922-vG4YDD5gDfGiKTvUKvc4v3KmNA1iRlEwcvad_6inUJ1YpBkvuHkZdbAOH9F8zef65Nco8zW6SJi1VzpC8xqOoznJU6bH3xsA/s200/CIMG2152.JPG" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I was involved in a crowd Avalanche where you feel a whole load of force push you to the ground and when you finally realise you’re not watching Paramore anymore but on the floor crushing some girl’s legs. It’s pretty weird instantly helping others around you to get up before you can actually get up yourself. When it happens again though, you do freak out a little especially when everyone else is getting up apart from you. You’re still on the floor as you see others help each other up bar you. Yeah, peed my pants a little at that.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">SATURDAY<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Saturday I was more in the swing of things. I was used to just casually walking around – I felt that you had to know who were going to see so you didn’t miss anything but that feeling went pretty quickly. I could relax, drink even. But whoever gets used to those horrific toilets? I swear I watched a man walk to the toilet shack, take a deep breath looked at me and crossed his fingers. I laughed for about ten minutes waiting for my cousin to come out of the toilets who herself was trying not to be sick from the stench. God awful things.<o:p></o:p></span></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">We walked around everywhere. We even sat and watched Green Day make an appearance through sheer luck! We didn’t exactly make it inside the tent but we heard them from outside and watched them on the big screens!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">So that day we watched some Modestep, Doc Brown (he’s amazing), Max Raptor (new band, quite good), Jaguar Skills (so so good), OFWGKTA (Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All), Lower Than Atlantis (love!), The Vaccines, At The Drive In, Florence and The Machine (accidently got a guy on my shoulders – don’t ask), Katy B, Metronomy (also better than expected).<o:p></o:p></span></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">We were meant to watch The Hunger Games and then Chronicle the film when they turned one of the tents into a small film tent but the amount of energy that is taken out of you - when we got into the tent I was out like a light!! I hadn’t even had a proper drink!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">SUNDAY<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">We made it our business to do everything on Sunday. Ate loads, drank more (but not lots because the toilets just ain’t worth that), even made it to the Silent Disco tent which was a hell of a lot better and emptier than anticipated.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">We experienced Holly Walsh, Stephen K Amos (in tears crying he was so funny), some of Gaslight Anthem, Bullet for my Valentine, Good Riddance, Kaiser Chiefs, The Black Keys, Foo Fighters.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Another thing I’m not too keen on is being in the middle of a crowd. I’m not technically claustrophobic because I can be in tight spaces but when everyone is pushing everyone for no god damn reason it gets tiring and you get so agitated. Another crowd avalanche happened during Black Keys which meant even though I was near the front of the crowd and I could see Patrick and Dan (so cool!!) it also meant I wasn’t really paying attention because I had idiots around me pushing. And a silly Welsh girl who talked too much and who also liked to fists pump to The Black Keys, nearly punching me in the face. Little bit gutted I couldn’t really enjoy The Black Keys as much as I wanted, but that just means I have to see them again. Also I had a go at some 18year old that was pushing his butt into my side and I meant, really? It’s never that.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">But then again, we did push ourselves to the front-ish on purpose so we could see the Foo Fighters up close. Unfortunately only one of us really got to see the Foo Fighters up close because I decided that being in the middle of the crowd being pushed in every direction was just not worth it. So I pushed my way out – to everyone’s dismay. Until finally I found a good enough spot by the huge screen and speakers that I could sing loudly and dance around a bit.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Damm Foo Fighters were amazing.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqy4x8Xu91mQCrMgSMauBTLsuRp07BOVV0ciRP-76XlzOhb9PXAzcBOZ-zgkG5yFYRaUvxubWFUX4fQLtOGrKQWIsknTLHa8ixnC1MnPtP11ACR55BBGqJ_PIWArZQPYHDdqBX4EgPfHA/s1600/CIMG2191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqy4x8Xu91mQCrMgSMauBTLsuRp07BOVV0ciRP-76XlzOhb9PXAzcBOZ-zgkG5yFYRaUvxubWFUX4fQLtOGrKQWIsknTLHa8ixnC1MnPtP11ACR55BBGqJ_PIWArZQPYHDdqBX4EgPfHA/s320/CIMG2191.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I’d just like to say an apology to Daniel also for being kind off-ish but you caught my attention as I was coming out of the toilets. I was in such a shock from the toilets (I will never forget the sound *shudders*) and from seeing you at 11am in the morning when I have make up all the way down my face that I didn’t even consider getting my hand sanitiser out of my bag. Which is wrong. So wrong. So yeah… Next time I might actually hug you back and not tell you not to touch me…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I had a drunken cousin Sunday night which was funny and I completely rinsed out my phone battery life through playing music shuffle, which I’m delighted I won, then using the Flashlight on my phone to have a rave in the tent. Good idea at the time…<o:p></o:p></span></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">We talked to some of the others around us but we mostly kept to ourselves. My cousin is so much better at talking to strangers than me as I sort of go into defence mode and can be rude (because you know, they’re strangers… Stranger Danger and all that… it’s what they teach you in Primary School) so I left talking to people to her but we did have small talk with everyone and of course smiled at funny little things that happened around us. And there was always funny things happening from the costumes to people shouting to “FENTON!! JESUS CHRIST FENTONNNN!!” or the usual favourites, “ALAN?? STEVEE??!! ALAAAANNNN”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">So just to say I had an amazing time. I saw bands that surprised me, that I loved and that I didn’t ever think I would ever see live. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">However, if I do that again, bigger tent or V.I.P (not kidding), prepare for the coldness at night and I always forget a pillow. Plus, I will invent something feasible as a toilet situation other than a she-pee and human cat litter called the Travel John Disposable Toilet so it’s got to be better than that (honestly have a research, it’s a brilliant idea).<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
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</div>Survival Of A University Studenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01801501896882681782noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350441939509856011.post-30986441115088473052012-05-09T16:58:00.000+01:002012-05-09T16:58:13.427+01:00Food for thought...Everyone goes on about what to eat when your revising such as lots of vegetables, smoothies, lots of water and all that..<br />
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Why can't be reward ourselves with chocolate? With coffee?<br />
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Does anyone REALLY and I mean really, stick to just eating vegetables and salads when your revising? Do you really only touch water in the weeks up to the exams and don't touch some sort of energy drink, coffee or tea?<br />
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If you are one of those people who are super healthy when revising then I applaud you but... you're crazy!<br />
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If I'm revising, my head hurts, I'm people watching and I've eaten all my snacks in my bag - where am I going to go? The vending machine and the cafe for a cafe latte or maybe I'll journey for a Starbucks.<br />
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Let's be honest here;<br />
A) it's a break and a walk around - plus, it's a sneaky little chance to look at the fitties at the library - please don't pretend like you don't do it, we all know you do<br />
B) it's a little reward to ourselves because we're actually in the library, we are honestly trying to revise and we need a lil pick-me-up.<br />
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So you know what?, I'm sitting here with a lovely medium Costa Mocha in my hands, practicing a past paper exam (I should be writing because I'm supposed to be timing myself but this just popped into my mind), I've done my little walk around and rewarded myself so I feel better instead of crunching on boring ol' carrots telling myself that I will feel less stressed if I eat them.. because I feel real good with my Mocha right now.<br />
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Plus, if we're going on a money thing - it's costs just as much for a bag of carrots as it does for a Mocha. I know which one I'd rather pay money for and I'm broke.<br />
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Right, back to revision.<br />
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Go treat yourselves to something nice guys, you're revising and revision sucks.<br />
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</script>Survival Of A University Studenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01801501896882681782noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350441939509856011.post-51613944268999154242012-05-03T17:17:00.000+01:002012-05-03T17:17:57.556+01:00Being in the library.. it's that time of year againWho can actually say they've spent more than two hours or until closing time at the library this year?<br />
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First year, I did everything I could not to be in the library all together; not take out any books, any journals, no way was I walking about the floors for half an hour looking for a empty computer.<br />
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However, if your an avid reader of my blog, you know that my course is a little harder than I was first prepared for. Even though I didn't exactly get out any books/ journals in first year, I had definitely spent a good enough time in the library around this time of year... REVISION TIME. EXAMS. HELL.<br />
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Yes, Hell. Revision for exams for university is unlike any pressure than at high school or college and I can never really understand why. We've been doing exams most of our lives, so why is it that when it comes to university we still have no idea what to revise or have the slightest clue how to do it.<br />
Why is it that there's so many ways of revision from cue cards, to quizzing one another, podcasts, past papers and every year all students doss about saying "I cant be assed to revise yet mannn." (literally my own quote).<br />
If I'm honest I cannot revise to save my life, a part from maybe writing lecture slides out so many times it just sticks but that is sooo unbelievably boring that instead I write mind-maps and simple theories around the house so every time I walk past I have to read it.<br />
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I guess as well, it's a daunting thing because it's the end of yet another year. At the end of May, that's the end of my second year of University. For some people, it's the end of four years or the start of four years or the start of a year in placement (like me!) and we're all really... nervous.<br />
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Right now, I'm in the library in a somewhat secret room (but you couldn't really tell by the amount of people in here). I've been stuck in this room for the past three days revising whilst a friend has been going over our latest assignment trying to get that out of the way! We have assignments on top of exams and feedback questionnaires (don't get me started), finance revision classes and final seminars/lectures because that's it for my second year. As of June I go off to Placement and I don't come back until September 2013. Scary stuff eh?<br />
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So what are my tips for revision in the second year, you say?<br />
I have literally no idea; hope for the best, attend the sessions, read around the subject, get up past papers, revise with a friend, stock up on goodies, get comfy in the library and prepare not to leave for a while because it will be your home for a month or so.<br />
But don't worry, I'll be doing the exact same thing for the whole month of May.<br />
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I think when your falling asleep and you feel as if at least one thing has been learnt for the day - then it's been a good day and if you feel like you haven't, trust that the next day you'll probably be twice more likely to have something sink in.<br />
Plus, I always try my best - and if I fail, I've failed (and I've done it in just about over a handful of exams). But I know that it's not the end of the world because I can always retake. Sometimes it's all anyone can ask for.<br />
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Good Luck!<br />
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<div class="Publishwithline"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">No one really likes to budget, especially me. But a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">s students we have a limit on how much we can do with our money. Savings from over the summer plus, grant/ loan money and maybe the part-time job is all we have to keep us going for a year.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Personally, I’m going to start of budgeting for each week even if budgeting each month will save me more money; I’m one to spend, not save.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I had been thinking of doing a budgeting blog post for a while (but it seemed too hard), so when SaveTheStudent.org asked me to one - I had more motivation to actually do it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Second Year<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">As a second year I:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Can’t control my rent and my utility bills will vary month to month – which throws a spanner in the work.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Have to cut back on my nights out due to my very hectic schedule this year. (A lovely looking fourth year told me to go out as much as I can at the start of the year because second year gets hard and gets hard fast. A hint for all you first years’.)</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Save money on travelling into university as I can now walk it in.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Will be doing all my food shopping online to resist the temptation of getting snacks.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Must only buy things that I can justify on; my best examples of this is when I go out shopping and come across something I want (i.e. a dress), I think of all the possible reasons for buying it and how much I will use it. If I have up to 5 good, <i>proper</i> reasons: Dress = bought. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Made myself a money jar to save up for my placement year in 2012. All those coins must add up over time… </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Am trying to find myself a job…</span></li>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Breakdown<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Money coming in:</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> My loan comes in every term, money saved from working over the summer and a lovely overdraft.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Money going out:</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> clubbing (incl. taxi’s to and from, entry fees, drinks), food (incl. alcohol), rent, bills, travelling home, getting snacks on campus.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Goals<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I’ve also decided to have goals this year. It just means that I know for myself what I’ll try to cut back on.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>1. </b>Trying not to spend much while on campus. A very limited budget of £4/ a meal deal a day – or rather, just under £10 a week. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>2.</b> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Food. I personally, cannot get my food shopping bill right. I try but I always fail. So I want a limit of £30 for two weeks’ worth of food, and that will include alcohol.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>3. </b></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">To spend a maximum of £20 on a night out. But before you gasp on whether you think that’s high or low, this covers my taxi’s (to and from), pre-drinks, entrance fees, and for that very drunken night, a cheeky subway.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>4. </b></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">To allow myself 4 takeaways a month (gasp!). Yes, this does mean the cheeky drunken subway too. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>5. </b></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Beauty/ clothes: to spend under £30 a month on all things beauty and clothes.</span></div><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">So, I plan ahead.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><u><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Budget for week commencing (10/10/11 – 16/10/11):<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Monday – </span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Campus – 70p<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Tuesday –</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> Campus – £0-4<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Wednesday – </span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Beauty – £5, clubbing – £20<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Thursday – </span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Campus – £0-4<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Friday –</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> Campus – £0-4/ travelling back home – £5/ Meal out – £30<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Saturday – </span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Clubbing – £40 (including pre-drinks, drinks out, entry fee)/ Travel – £10<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Sunday –</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> £0 <b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">= +/- £100<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><u><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Real Budget:<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Monday –</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> Campus: 70p<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Tuesday –</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> University supplies: £3/ Drinks out: £5<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Wednesday – T</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">ravel, beauty, food, clubbing:<b> </b>£30/ TV license: £24<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Thursday – </span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Campus:<b> </b>£0<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Friday –</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> Meal/ Travel: £30<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Saturday –</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> Travel: £5.30<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Sunday –</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> Meal: £10<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">= £106… (oops)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Analysis<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Looking back on the week, I spend most of my money on nights out but I already knew that.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I shouldn’t have spent that £5 on Wednesday on food (chocolate, tissues, fish fingers, milk) and I won’t have to think about the TV license again<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Saturday was my most expensive night out because it was a birthday so I won’t be doing that again for a while which also means that I can justify it.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">You know, this budgeting thing might just work out after all….<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><br />
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</script>Survival Of A University Studenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01801501896882681782noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350441939509856011.post-16678529683906086632012-02-15T21:25:00.002+00:002012-03-02T00:38:21.630+00:00My Event (part. 2)<div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTYpjzLNvG_FMoRE-8VIuvBX2fsWxHU3NE1ITzNEASazlrDNrxPs_316hGCidhxsX1NnuOeg2o-RUaBlj5mIQE5Kek_b_fyBFT39KFLQ9XjhMdZkAW9bJddmPw3gu480CyLNGER8O3KoY/s1600/1990s+(5).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
<img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTYpjzLNvG_FMoRE-8VIuvBX2fsWxHU3NE1ITzNEASazlrDNrxPs_316hGCidhxsX1NnuOeg2o-RUaBlj5mIQE5Kek_b_fyBFT39KFLQ9XjhMdZkAW9bJddmPw3gu480CyLNGER8O3KoY/s200/1990s+(5).JPG" width="200" /></span></b></a><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our event is over and done with, now a couple of weeks ago I gave you a low down on my 90’s themed event and here is my newest post telling everything that it’s over!<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The 90’s night was<b>, </b>thankfully, a huge success – even though we were up against Bedlam – and now here is my chance to actually give you in full detail how this night came about.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">According to my group mate, this idea came about by watching the Spice Girls on a laptop and from getting very excited about our childhood and what we remembered from it, Voila! The 90’s night was born – under the original name of “Death of Pop!” It was meant to celebrate the year that Pop died… but as time<b> </b>went on and the confusion of others, the name changed to “I <3 Pop”. Unfortunately, this had to change again to the final “Saturday Night – born in the 90’s.”<b> </b>Expressing the Whigfield classic (don’t act as though you don’t know the dance…) as well as giving the obvious information about the event, it was going to be held on a Saturday and of course, born in the 90’s the main theme.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Promotion and marketing went hand in hand together and for our event our main aim was to bring back nostalgia to students. We bought rainbow dust, ultra violets and lollipop sweets as a giveaway when handing out leaflets.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgaiEmYn_8jwPvhaRrywmJKhczMSmOi6W1-ozYsYvpzT63yV3sCo22PLl7pqmF3LJH5bfpPgVGhuBwd0uF8FZ5iU_1ejkG4icU_8DHpA8joyxjOmJXiGF2eEBl4DsGS7Jf8km6Skae1uc/s1600/1990's+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgaiEmYn_8jwPvhaRrywmJKhczMSmOi6W1-ozYsYvpzT63yV3sCo22PLl7pqmF3LJH5bfpPgVGhuBwd0uF8FZ5iU_1ejkG4icU_8DHpA8joyxjOmJXiGF2eEBl4DsGS7Jf8km6Skae1uc/s200/1990's+(2).JPG" width="200" /></span></b></a><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We held a promotion day with a gazebo in the middle of our university campus blasting out very cheesy tunes from the gym next to us and with hand-made t-shirts (made by our very own marketing manager and her boyfriend) spent most of the day handing out flyers and dancing along to tunes (see pictures). I’m not going to lie to you, I would like to say everyone got involved but it was just me handing out flyers… everyone else was cold and it was freeeeezing!!<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We had 8.45am starts handing out flyers at the gate to university, promotion flyerring on the various club nights held at our venue and every night selling tickets at the university halls.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1rfQjL0uwGuE_D5zJeH-ekzGUjOL700ASH0IvSmwiGPTD96R5jxclkWCnf-rfHVYnaGUft-W6zWUXP_MgcLvw4Lugt1L0eui5qQQx4KwP9v3dzPoNJYD3y4r3265INfkbjP-tPmDrVG8/s1600/1990s+(75).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1rfQjL0uwGuE_D5zJeH-ekzGUjOL700ASH0IvSmwiGPTD96R5jxclkWCnf-rfHVYnaGUft-W6zWUXP_MgcLvw4Lugt1L0eui5qQQx4KwP9v3dzPoNJYD3y4r3265INfkbjP-tPmDrVG8/s320/1990s+(75).jpg" width="320" /></span></b></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then, came getting people to come. Now, as we all know, Saturday is a day of doing nothing for the fellow student and we are rarely seen out on a Saturday, unless it’s a house party or there is something ‘Student special’ going on, or, you have money and like a Saturday night out. So, when the news that it was a ‘Reading week’ for a lot of students (which means a week of students all going home) did frustrated us, especially when our whole group trekked around all of halls to sell tickets (myself and a group member getting escorted out because it was deemed as “business” – don’t worry we talked to the warden the next day and she let us come back in).<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We had 300 tickets available at the Student Union shop, 100 online and then another 100 or so with us at all times. We hardly sold any tickets with a week and a bit to go. We were stressing, plus, it didn’t help that our lecturers were starting to worry too.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But not to fear, we knew that like a Friday night out most students only ever bought tickets a day or two before the event and most of them would probably get them on the door. However, for our event we had hardly sold 300 in the student union shop two days before our event. Everyone would pop into the shop to ask how many were left or constantly refresh the online ticket page just in case it ever went down.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghM5L6UzZeEJjHktLn4sGyIb9-F6c_umU2kuPXJqI1klDTm5ruy0IbXKCCYXo4flU8o4lL2qAuHosDZJHtmfa0YEG6snc9gNcwTDuIyRiOxEJEDx_82MYgnvY8RHLfyCsUa62RMT7LYkQ/s1600/1990s+(68).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghM5L6UzZeEJjHktLn4sGyIb9-F6c_umU2kuPXJqI1klDTm5ruy0IbXKCCYXo4flU8o4lL2qAuHosDZJHtmfa0YEG6snc9gNcwTDuIyRiOxEJEDx_82MYgnvY8RHLfyCsUa62RMT7LYkQ/s200/1990s+(68).JPG" width="200" /></span></b></a><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As luck and life would have it, Thursday saw us go down to 50 tickets online and we put another 100 up by 1pm that day – it did annoy us at first because, naturally we wanted it to go down to a lot less before we put more up, but by that evening it had gone down to under 100 which resulted in us having to put more up on Friday when we realised we had sold just about 400 tickets.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">By 8pm on Saturday, our group could only put just under 100 tickets online. Can you believe our luck – I couldn’t explain how it all happened from selling just over 200 on a Wednesday to the Saturday being able to say that throughout the day our total had risen to 700!?<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwQpScgpifVBI7MvfQkb1sNU50B0dRItqhFOAwo2rIndCQyZ59TEmDyTzeGwWEjda30QWT2nHtYaZdYsshwBbrd0PH8XcuvCtrjCAivH66y9yH5-u13G_Du1k609e18-ZB1Grbak57gjg/s1600/1990s+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwQpScgpifVBI7MvfQkb1sNU50B0dRItqhFOAwo2rIndCQyZ59TEmDyTzeGwWEjda30QWT2nHtYaZdYsshwBbrd0PH8XcuvCtrjCAivH66y9yH5-u13G_Du1k609e18-ZB1Grbak57gjg/s200/1990s+(2).JPG" width="200" /></span></b></a><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We had spent Saturday dragging our friends/ boyfriends who had come down for the day, redecorating the whole of the club in bright neon cut-out words, CDs, 90’s CD cases and bright coloured cassettes. V.I.P sections decorated with sweets, our brilliant posters and pictures of the 90’s.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Leaving the venue at 5.30pm and coming back for 8.30pm we waited anxiously for our first lecturer to assess us and that was even before everyone else turned up! Thankfully, she was overly impressed with our group – I have to admit, truthfully, we do get on together really well, because we all wanted the same thing - for the event to be a success. If there were ever anything we weren’t happy about, we could always talk about it. <b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggXJJ43-ejCaSgctbS-uFVFHPJWR5GbbnToR5ciV0IY_OFuaTGHe3p5Yk5QXgSQmYfJ5sJx_wGG1z-rNYzOLnkpJOo5HIaZ6etN2epCUDEYY596YTC8GyY024iqdSLoorFMZS21c8lmWI/s1600/1990s+(29).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggXJJ43-ejCaSgctbS-uFVFHPJWR5GbbnToR5ciV0IY_OFuaTGHe3p5Yk5QXgSQmYfJ5sJx_wGG1z-rNYzOLnkpJOo5HIaZ6etN2epCUDEYY596YTC8GyY024iqdSLoorFMZS21c8lmWI/s320/1990s+(29).JPG" width="320" /></span></b></a><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So imagine, 800 of your peers once hearing the song that was a big hit, everyone knew the words to because it was a guy and a girl speaking about a popular girls toy (huge hint)… would you say that everyone erupted with joy and screams and shouts or that everyone turned their head in disgust?<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Because if you wanted to go for the latter; you wouldn’t have come to our event. Every so often a classic song would come on and everyone would erupt with excitement! It was crazy!!<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Unfortunately again for our group, we couldn’t drink and though we enjoyed the night we couldn't exactly go out on the dance-floor and boogie on down like we desperately wanted to.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">By the time our second and final lecturer came to us, it was 1.30am – yes! I’m being serious – I was the one in charge of showing him around the venue and keeping him entertained until he left. There was no way I could not dance to Take That – Never Forget and out-right told my lecturer that I simply loved this song there was no way I could'’t put my hands up when the chorus came on. My lecturer however did not mind at all claiming that the 1990’s were his Master years and he would go out clubbing to the 1990’s music. Result! He even volunteered to come to our event.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXOFlRdyQ2Kkt_Kz72FQ479YcfkCR_yt6oNx2_ZPYSs_p7BZa2mkp7kBUv-mRxrdy4DWHvzYfJeF1-5FrIAUkCry2xaA5VT00AP8Nw99xqaGWcY1IDFK-hjbKPGqlr-u4QZW5pbhItRrk/s1600/1990s+(80).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXOFlRdyQ2Kkt_Kz72FQ479YcfkCR_yt6oNx2_ZPYSs_p7BZa2mkp7kBUv-mRxrdy4DWHvzYfJeF1-5FrIAUkCry2xaA5VT00AP8Nw99xqaGWcY1IDFK-hjbKPGqlr-u4QZW5pbhItRrk/s320/1990s+(80).jpg" width="320" /></span></b></a><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He left at 2.15am. Champagne hit our table at 2.19am.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The night ended to us hugging, chanting in joy and congratulating ourselves. We had pulled off a sell-out event!<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I’m not going to say that I went to bed that night exhausted but happy but tired and I collapsed in bed with a smile on my face. OH NO! I came back to my house – everyone asleep from already been and gone to my event – shouting at how great my event was. I walked into my bedroom my best friend who had come down just for me in my bed sleeping – I woke her up screaming at how well my event had been, how my lecturers had said to me congratulations to me and was very happy with his stay!! <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I WANTED TO SCREAM ABOUT IT! I WANTED TO JUMP ABOUT AND TALK AND TALK AND TALK!! <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I had even driven my cab driver crazy talking to him about what he had done, how it had gone and the wreck the venue was after everyone had left.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was surreal over the next couple of days where our peers are still organising and stressing about their events yet to be put on and ours was over and done with!<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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We were almost at the point of fainting we were so happy!<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And that’s where our story gets a little confusing because, most of the second year events are for charity and the profit made would go straight to them. But this was different and even though our client said we could keep the money – University laughed at the idea; of course we couldn’t keep the money it’s the clients!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So we’ve been pushing to have the profit of the ticket sales invested into the next event – which is what our client suggested.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9z1gK8uL62HfGb0XjrYc7ZiYhnkI2iwaDkc32_qMX5js2v6QyG_9xE9Ko7L7AsChFqWdfggAcm9DwaMuGGrwd5JpmRudfFUF3_KyX04qG5xEwi6qsscpg6CCJFie91A2j3Sf2uNUJr3c/s1600/1990s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9z1gK8uL62HfGb0XjrYc7ZiYhnkI2iwaDkc32_qMX5js2v6QyG_9xE9Ko7L7AsChFqWdfggAcm9DwaMuGGrwd5JpmRudfFUF3_KyX04qG5xEwi6qsscpg6CCJFie91A2j3Sf2uNUJr3c/s320/1990s.jpg" width="320" /></span></b></a><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Its' not our fault and it's not exactly my university's fault either. According to our client, any of the events that have been put on at this particular venue has never made enough profit to cover its budget. So, this has never happened before - which we all need to take on board as a huge compliment - however, we're all still buzzing off this amazing news and this amazing night that we organised and ran as successfully as we could. We've had heated discussions with administrators who is completely clueless and because we are too - we're all going around in circles because they are leaning towards giving all of our profit away to charity – which is all well and good but not when we can half that money to invest and the other half to a chosen charity of ours.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6xRmMvLUd_8NiVVTWOGnn20maR0I98Ml5rhm492IgmMsTVV5wyUUjNixIw6STkmifjH7TjnR5mlMUalZcjPWAwHhdb3Lu_cP0xqEL-aNuN8BUb0HrsSshhMKZ9bIxL4KHGgHmfPFYD0s/s1600/1990s+(24).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6xRmMvLUd_8NiVVTWOGnn20maR0I98Ml5rhm492IgmMsTVV5wyUUjNixIw6STkmifjH7TjnR5mlMUalZcjPWAwHhdb3Lu_cP0xqEL-aNuN8BUb0HrsSshhMKZ9bIxL4KHGgHmfPFYD0s/s320/1990s+(24).JPG" width="320" /></span></b></a><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We've got to wait until Monday so she can figure out what is best. From the talk I had with her, the profit that was made is wholly the clients and so what they do with it is completely up to them. Which then makes us say – then why can’t we have it, because he said he could have it!? But as a university, again, they’re saying “oh my! Oh no! Of course you can’t have it for yourselves…” but then they get stumped… to which we want the rest of that sentence and they can’t give it to us. Legal stuff, contracts, permission etc., it’s all in the way.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So we wait until Monday.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXeVi-zezCQuauMtB0rBkoRAfOAXW8RTMS8Jxk3YAipcW79urLLQmW8NlSDB6irx6AdhT1CoOdfedhInrY6z721xGoD3pLmokF_gxlJAThzKtrv_LFVXmnuLun4R5W1H5RfZzgPPezl10/s1600/1990s+(77).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXeVi-zezCQuauMtB0rBkoRAfOAXW8RTMS8Jxk3YAipcW79urLLQmW8NlSDB6irx6AdhT1CoOdfedhInrY6z721xGoD3pLmokF_gxlJAThzKtrv_LFVXmnuLun4R5W1H5RfZzgPPezl10/s320/1990s+(77).jpg" width="320" /></span></b></a><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you wanted to ask me what I learnt from this, it would be that I really think I can do this as my profession. Which sometimes as students I think that’s hard to say. We study a degree in something we like and are good at, something we are interested in but really it’s not what we see ourselves doing in fifteen years’ time. But as an event management course, it’s not something you can just say that you didn’t want to do for the rest of your life because it’s not that kind of course; it’s like a marriage or I guess, more permanently, a tattoo. As well, it’s your personality as I think event managers as much as they can be taught – it’s a hard profession to get into and the person has to be willing to do it.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So what I’ve learnt is that, I cannot wait to do this event again with some great people and hopefully with some money to help us. I’ve learnt to overcome my fear of being in charge of finance and even though, I’m very slow with numbers and it takes a while to get my head around calculations etc., etc., I think, personally, I’ve done really well in keeping it all together and working out everything in a way that everyone can understand and not lose any money!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I’m overwhelmed at how well we have actually done, I had given up hope of a sell-out event (even though I made a £5 bet that it would), I was happy with about 350 people so we could break even. And I guess as well, for university to know what to do if this sort of situation ever happens again.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That, all our effort, our good team work and just the hard work and thought process we put into every single detail of the event, paid off in such a exploded way that has seemed to dumbfounded everyone; us, the client, our university and now it’s all about how we can all go about this in the correct way that we all win.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>Get ready for: <b>SATURDAY NIGHT - BORN IN THE 90'S!!!</b><br />
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Yes, that's right, a 90's night. Forget Calvin Harris' Born in the 80's - it's always been about the 90's!<br />
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So it got me thinking about the 1990's in general. And so, I've come up with a whole bunch on things fantastic and not so good about the 1990's:<br />
Now, we all remember getting up early on a Saturday morning to watch cartoons, reading Goosebumps, playing either Playstation Sega or Super Nintendo. We loved CD players, danced the Macarena in our school discos, we would spend hours on the stairs with slinky's, Space Jam was the coolest movie you'd ever seen and then Cool Runnings came out and now you're torn forever.<br />
You probably owned a Furby, a Beanie Baby and a Tamagotchi whilst drinking Sunny D and putting the alien thing in the fridge so it would have a baby - it never did.<br />
You remember your parents owning a brick of a mobile phone or, the grey huge boxes we called computers playing solitaire.<br />
Pokemon cards were not allowed to be played at school anymore, but we did it anyway because Pokemon was cool!<br />
You may or may not have kicked your younger sibling in the head trying to imitate Power Rangers or Ninja Turtles but you'd run behind the sofa when 'Are You Afraid of the Dark' came on.<br />
Before a time where we would just press the record button, we owned a hell of a lot of VHS tapes (Lion King being one of them), you literally had to jump on the bus and it cost you 20p to get somewhere.<br />
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Going on a bit ain't it?<br />
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Anyway, here is the low down to the 1990's:<br />
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<b>News:</b><br />
Nelson Mandela was freed and Apartheid in South Africa ended<br />
The case of O.J Simpson<br />
The Channel Tunnel opens<br />
Prince Charles & Diana divorced<br />
Princess Diana died - okay, that was horribly sad and the whole nation mourned<br />
Michael Jordan ditches Baseball for Basketball - but then retires from basketball<br />
Aryton Senna is F1 champion twice - later to die in the San Marino Grand Prix with Rolan Ratzenberge<br />
Michael Schumacher take home the first F1 title twice<br />
Gulf War starts<br />
EuroDisney opens in France<br />
The World Wide Web (or the internet) goes public<br />
George Foreman is still winning titles at 45<br />
Deep Blue is a computer that won chess match against a human<br />
Dolly the Sheep - who can forget the first ever clone!!<br />
We kinda went mad on Mad Cow Disease<br />
Mike Tyson bites off his opponent's ear<br />
Bill Clinton's sex scandal<br />
Google!<br />
Hurricane's Andrew and Mitch rear their heads<br />
Napster is created and uploaded<br />
oh! in 1999, the 6th billionth person is born<br />
Tiger Woods goes from strength to strength<br />
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<b>Movies:</b><br />
Pretty Woman was released along with Ghost, Kindergarten Cop and Home Alone. Clueless, Goodfellas, Silence of the Lambs, Beauty and the Beast, Father of the Bride, Addams Family, Hook, Boyz N the Hood, Thelma and Louise (introducing Brad Pitt to ladies around the world).<br />
Sister Act, Wayne's World, Unforgiven, Basic Instinct, The Bodyguard, Aladdin, Batman returns (Michelle Pfeiffer as Catwoman).<br />
White Man Can't Jump, Schindler's List, Mrs. Doubtfire, Sleepless in Seattle, Indecent Proposal, Cool Runnings, Jurassic Park, Lion King. Forrest Gump and Pulp Fiction.<br />
Four Weddings & a Funeral, Natural Born Killers, Shawshank Redemption, Santa Clause, Toy Story 1 & 2, Pierce Brosnan as 007, Jumanji, Pocahontas, Se7en, Casper, 101 Dalmations, Independence Day, Jerry Magure (you had me at hello), Scream and Trainspotting.<br />
Edward Scissorhands, Austin Powers, Men in Black, The Matrix, Titanic, The Full Monty, The Fifth Element, I know what you did last summer, Good Will Hunting, My Best Friend's Wedding, Armageddon, Mulan, Dr. Doolittle, A Bug's Life, Godzilla, Blade, Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, Rush Hour, Truman Show and The Wedding Singer.<br />
Blair Witch Project, Sixth Sense, Notting Hill, Tarzan, Star Wars (the one with Natalie Portman and Ewan McGregor) and Cruel Intentions.<br />
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<b>Music:</b><br />
We had music like Madonna's Vogue, New Kids on the Block, B-52's, Vanilla Ice and Kriss Kross.<br />
Deee-Lite, Mc Hammer, Snap!, REM, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Massive Attack, Salt-N-Pepa, Nirvana, Bryan Adams, TLC, En Vogue, Genesis (goodness..).<br />
U2, Beastie Boys, House of Pain, The Cure, Bon Jovi, Whitney Houston, Annie Lennox, UB40, Wu-Tang Clan, Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre, Rage Against The Machine, Toni Braxton, Tori Amos, Beck, Green Day, Soundgarden, Rednex, Mariah Carey.<br />
Smashing Pumpkins, Weezer, Shaggy, Coolio, Seal, Spice Girls, Oasis, Tupac, Chemical Brothers, Backstreet Boys, Take That, Fugees, Jamiroquai, The Prodigy and the original Puff Daddy.<br />
Blur, Erykah Badu, Smash Mouth, The Verve, Hanson, Aqua, Fatboy Slim, Placebo, Foo Fighters, Brandy, Monica, Lenny Kravitz, Areosmith (I know which song you started to sing), Celine Dion (again, do the actions with the singing), Lauryn Hill.<br />
Limp Bizkit, Sixpence None The Richer, Britney Spears, NSync, Korn, Sugar Ray, Jennifer Lopez, Enrique Iglesias, Bloodhound Gang, Lou Bega, Ricky Martin and Destiny's Child, and Blink 182.<br />
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<b>Television:</b><br />
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Power Rangers, Rugrats, Live and Kicking, Dinosaurs, Baywatch, Jerry Springer, Home Improvement. Pokemon, Fresh Prince, Barney, The Real World (when reality TV was new and people didn't really watch).<br />
Diagnosis Murder, ER, Friends, Ren & Stimpy (I still don't know what animals they were: red body, blue nose big eyes. long ears/ small body, pink out-y eyes.), Ricki Lake, Blossom (so good).<br />
Sabrina, The Teenage Witch, Moesha, Saved by the Bell (top 5 TV shows ever), X-Files, Doogie Howser - M.D, Ally McBeal, Simpsons, Boy Meets World (my ultimate favourite).<br />
Buffy, Will & Grace, That 70's Show, Dawson's Creek, Charmed, the Powerpuff Girls (!!), Dexter's Laboratory, Spongebob Squarepants, Family Guy, Futurama and The Sopranos.<br />
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<b>Fashion:</b><br />
Grunge is born (think baggy), Boob jobs were acceptable, the 'Rachel' haircut, Floppy curtain hair, Doc Martens, sheer clothing, fluffy cuffs, pointy kitten heels, pigtails, lots of plaits.<br />
Goth came alive, Fanny packs, tank tops, really baggy trousers, jean cutouffs, a load more tattoos (around the bicep and around the belly button), short skirts, the supermodel was born (Naomi, Helena, Christie, Kate, Cindy).<br />
The short crop for girls, coiffed hair for boys, glorious hand through your hair look, Nike ticks in the hair, the 'Caesar' (think pre-grey George Clooney in ER), the goatee (Kurt Cobain), beach blonde hair, showing off the midriffs, belly button piercings, lots of black and lots of flowers.<br />
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How long was the 1990's?! - you'd probably answer well, ten years long.. (oh. ha. ha. very funny) but seriously, maybe one day someone will do a blog on the 2000's or the 2010's - but let's face it, let's get real... 1990's was an alright ten years to have entered the world in (especially that 6th billionth kid).<br />
So if someone decides to disagree, just start singing the Spice Girls, put a hand in their face (you know, 'talk to the hand') and say you obviously weren't a kid growing up in the 1990's (but just in case they were, give them a slap and redirect them to this blog).<br />
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Oh! the whole reason for this blog was to try to get people to come to my event! So the 11th Feburary 2012 at the Old Fire Station, Bournemouth. There's no other place to be on that night. No excuses.<br />
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I'll blog about it all when it's over. :)<br />
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I've been staring at my laptop screen for the past hour and a bit trying to write more covering letters! It's highly frustrating.<br />
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January is a weird period for students - Students have to get back into the routine again, you've been away from university for a whole month - back to your parents cooking for you, washing done, saving every penny possible, all your mates back again, its great! You miss university life but you can do with the relaxation and the liver could do with it too!<br />
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The new term is greeted to you by assignments deadlines, assignment marks handed back, exams, deadlines approaching sooner than you think and hopefully, your timetable has gotten very very better or a lot worse!!<br />
For me I have three/four deadlines around the same time but my timetable is great which means more time to do work and more team meetings.<br />
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I have a 'enjoyment window' where I can go out and enjoy myself for <b>two weeks</b> (I'm not happy) before the hard work really kicks in and I have to actually do some work - not saying I haven't been doing any work now, I'm just easing myself into it. If this has been written down on this blog, it means that I have to keep to my word (huge sigh).<br />
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So to the first years who read this blog, I thoroughly wish I was you and I want to stress to you how much jealously I hold for you.<br />
For the second years, go out and enjoy yourself for however long you can before every weekend and every spare time you have is spent in the library or locked away in your bedroom furiously typing. I salute you.<br />
Oh, and for the third years/fourth years, what can I say... how do you do it?!! Tips?<br />
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Yes, talking about placements now is a little late (but only a tinsy teeny bit late) but I'm just one of hundreds of thousands who are applying around this time (so don't judge me).<br />
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Again, yes, I am a twenty year old, second year student maybe I should have a handle on this kind of stuff, but that doesn't mean I know most of the answers.. it just means I'm asking more questions.<br />
You know what's going to happen, don't you? I'm going to know what exactly to do AFTER my placement. Brilliant.<br />
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So what I'm doing is writing a email to Whatsonstage.com (apparently they're brilliant, my friend loves them) and Twickenham, Wembley, and maybe other festivals, oh! maybe restaurants/ hotels.<br />
But I don't really have the courage to do it and if I have no courage on email, how can I do it face to face? (See how my previous post about Networking is slowly going down the drain).<br />
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Wish me luck.<br />
I'll be maybe, hopefully, planning draft emails to send off tomorrow to companies.<br />
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Oh goodness.<br />
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You won't see any of these guys on Facebook posting their pictures of them bring sick inside a taxi. LinkedIn is for professionals; directors, managers, people looking for jobs wanting to get to know more people like them to network with.<br />
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What is up with this word <b>network</b>?<br />
University drums it into you, lecturers are definitely drumming it into me and lord knows, I do need to know how to network. But, it's a silly word and my class mates and I shiver at the word now.<br />
Net working. NET WORKING. N E T W O R K I N G !!!<br />
However, it works. If you know the term: '<i>It's not what you know, it's who you know</i>.' Then networking sums that quote into a perfect symmetrical circle. And if we took it one step further and put it onto the internet, then LinkedIn is that and 135 million members cannot be wrong.<br />
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According to Belbin apparently, I'm good at networking. I have the personality for it. That definitely took me by surprise, yet I do have my glorious moments of being quite sociable. I like knowing what's going on and where. But we get shy in front of new people and I struggle to ask questions so instead I smile and try not to create an awkward silence.<br />
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So, anyway, back to LinkedIn , I've joined it - to help with my networking. I'm doing well on my contacts (thought I've been told it's not a competition); I've joined all the groups I should, following the companies I should and started rambling on to my friends about going on it too. The problem is, I haven't got the courage to post anything into any of the groups.<br />
I have a really good idea too, that if I put a sentence about trying to get companies to encourage more placement students that maybe, just maybe, someone will take me on. Because quite frankly, I have NO idea what I want to do as a placement yet.<br />
I need something unique, interesting and since the last company I applied to rejected me I'm a little stumped.<br />
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LinkedIn with their 2 million Company Pages and people signing up faster than two members of staff joining a company every two seconds. It's got to lead somewhere hasn't it?<br />
If you haven't joined yet, why not? There are 14+ million graduates and students joining and if that's on the 'About Us' page on LinkedIn then that's got to mean people are taking into account that students actually have a purpose and we're not always getting drunk somewhere (even when we are).<br />
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So LinkedIn, network with people we know, post something, network with people we don't know on the group discussions, get a placement.. Deal. Deal??<br />
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Any ideas? Maybe I should just keep blogging about this type of stuff and then I might get a placement.. Well, I can dream, can't I?<br />
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So many DEADLINES!<br />
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People and Performance<br />
Financial Appraisal<br />
Consumer Behaviour<br />
Event Management;<br />
include into this, CV, cover letters, placement search, job search, birthday plans, Xmas plans, tattoo plans, money saving... all in <b>TWO WEEKS! </b><br />
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It's 1.13am on Thursday the 1st December. I have a lecture at 11am. And I'll let you into a secret: I haven't even started my People and Performance essay and it's due in Friday 2nd December at midday.<br />
It doesn't look like I'm going to go to bed anytime soon, does it? and I was thinking about getting into University at 10am...?<br />
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I haven't actually got anything useful to say. Except when your talking to 2nd year students rolling your eyes when they stress to you how hard 2nd year is because you were out the night before and you thought year two was a whole year away yet.. I knew they weren't kidding but I just thought that I would have cracked the whole 'time-management' thing (like my lecturer always stresses to us about.. blah blah). Turns out I'm really not a time-management person...<br />
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This post is just to say, I'm trying my best not to panic. or stress. or cry. or get too excited about my 20th (!) birthday and forget my bloody deadlines!<br />
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And with my time-management out the window, it's back to waffling on this damn essay.<br />
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So it's not good for you to not sleep for a day but this is university, you're not supposed to drink excessively but we do it anyway. Everything in moderation, I say.<br />
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At the moment, it's 7.46am on Wednesday morning and I've been up since 10.30am Tuesday morning. I have a 500 word literature review on economic impacts and a 2000 word essay on Entrepreneurial Development. I've finished the ED essay (however it's 3000 words) but I'm struggling very muchly on the literature review.<br />
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My all-nighter has consisted of 40minute study time and the occasional 10minute spider solitaire break. I've watched both the brand new Glee's and have been trolling through YouTube looking for anything to keep me up. As well as eating a hell of a load of chocolate bourbons; I'm surprisingly, on my second cup of coffee, stolen some Sugar Puff cereal in a mug and gone through three packets of tissues. Oh, plus the odd posts on Facebook - about absolutely nothing at 3am in the morning, then again 40minutes later thinking it's been about an hour since I last posted.<br />
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However (this is the good part), I've been to university, had a thorough talk about placements, emailed people about placements, looked at placements and part time jobs, emailed people about the fundraiser I'm organising, seen my friend do a open-mic set and do most of my review and essay.<br />
See! Useful! All in a actual full days work.<br />
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So here are the tips I've stuck with on pulling an study all-nighter:<br />
<b>1. Do work.</b> Your supposed to be studying, don't end up downloading movies and watching crap TV (even if I watched two new Glee's - I had been working really hard before that)<br />
<b>2. Comfy? </b>Make sure you're comfortable. Nothing's worse than being up all night, done all that work and you've been in the most uncomfortable position that you can hardly stand... Talk about nightmare.<br />
<b>3. Coffee. Caffeine. Sugar. </b>You're gonna need it. I've heard a disgusting recipe today for Red-Bull and Berrocca, can you imagine..? Pro Plus can help, so can coffee, Red Bull, Monster, Relentless.. and water helps too!<br />
<b>4. Time yourself.</b> Saying you're going to study consistently for the whole night is unlikely and stupid. Give yourself a break.<br />
<b>5. Again, Sugar. </b>I always think something sweet (like chocolate) gets me through the night..<br />
<b>6. Stretch.</b> Stiff neck, stretch; aching back, stretch; cramping fingers, stretch.<br />
<b>7. Tiredness. </b>There will be a bit where you think "Forget this, I can't stand it anymore, I need sleep." Push through, get up and walk about for a bit, drink some more coffee. Remember that this is all about getting the work done, you can sleep when you've finished it.<br />
<b>8. Water.</b> Definitely have water by your side.<br />
<b>9. MUSIC!</b> click through YouTube like never before, find music on your computer that you completely forgot about so you can head-bang/ mime/ sing along. Anything to keep you upbeat and lively.<br />
<b>10. Mood swings. </b>You've been up all night what did you expect?<br />
<b>11. Reward yourself.</b> By what else? sleep.<br />
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Really, you even considering or completing an study all-nighter means you're not very good with your time management so in actual fact, you should be ignoring this post... because you've already completed all your work right?.. RIGHT?!<br />
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Don't worry, I won't tell if you won't.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">You see, my CV before was okay (confirmed by my Dad) but I’ve had a varied work life: <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span>·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Audience co-ordinator for SRO Audiences<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span>·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">BHS Web Studio assistant<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span>·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Christmas temp ‘sales advisor’<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span>·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Data Inputting,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span>·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">and quite a lot of volunteering (from Pride London parade to working in a Charity shop)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Who on this Earth would hire me with that work history?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Sure I’ve done the little experiences of waitressing but never the things that should actually get me a job. Such as; bar-tending, retail longer than just a Christmas temp, a real waitressing job or the promotions gig for the local clubs.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">If I wanted to make myself feel better I could say that for some jobs I’m ‘too experienced’ for the silly weekend jobs. But that would be a lie. The real truth is when applying for the normal student weekend jobs; they didn’t even give me a chance.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I’ve had one job interview. I turned up an hour early.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I did get a tweet from someone telling me they had a job for me in Bournemouth but it turned out to be something really strange and American. And here I was thinking Twitter was amazing.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I’ve searched on all the job sites, food stores, contemplated the ‘make money from home’ job adverts and the only job contact I did have has left her job and I have no idea who’s taken over. I emailed her old email and that sent back to me in about 3 seconds of sending it.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I tried to pitch a catchy ‘hire me please!’ tweet to a Events Group but that never got anywhere and to add to that, I missed out on the recruitment meeting for Event Managers at a successful Bournemouth club because I was at work in London.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">This kind of leaves me a little stuck.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">My People and Performance lecturer is having a CV lecture/ seminar on how to write a CV this coming week so I don’t exactly have to worry about writing out my CV but it’s the where do I send the CV to.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I suck at telling people what I’m good at. I suck at telling people what I’m not good at. I suck at talking about myself in general.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">However, I’ve learnt that most people have trouble at that.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">This all ties into my placement next year but I’ll probably create a blog on placements etc. so you can read how un-employable I am, as if that isn’t easy to see already.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Anyway, I haven’t done anything on my CV except write out my details.<o:p></o:p></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">I have a covering letter and a CV to write for Freeze Festival (by today I think), another volunteering experience.</span><br />
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So Survival of a University Student is becoming a 2nd year!<br />
I am practically mourning my Fresher days already.<br />
No more doing silly stuff just because I'm a Fresher, no Freshers fair; I feel so old!<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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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.<br />
Whether this plan will last since my course is quite demanding and knowing them, I'll be emerged into a swarm of work.<br />
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On the subject of work and my course, I did well on my exams but I had to resit one. <br />
There’s not much else to say about resits. They suck.<br />
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.<br />
But at least you can do them.<br />
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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Anyone got any tips?<br />
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Because I know I did.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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</tbody></table>At one point in my summer, I was managing a gate at Pride London Parade in the middle of Piccadilly Circus. <br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
A day of volunteering meant a night time of parties and at 7.30am the next day I strolled into my house.<br />
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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. <br />
BBQ's, family parties, hungover days, football matches... you get the jist.<br />
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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.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A new friend and I at Leefest!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>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).<br />
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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.<br />
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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…<br />
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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…<br />
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Now, who else wants to share?<br />
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LINKS: <a href="http://www.pridelondon.org/">http://www.pridelondon.org/</a><br />
<a href="http://www.leefest.org.uk/">http://www.leefest.org.uk</a><br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/bytherivers">http://www.myspace.com/bytherivers</a><br />
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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?)<br />
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But this year, I'm hoping it'll be different.<br />
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.<br />
These bloggers/ student sites are getting so many hits a day they're making money from it.. IMAGINE!<br />
Then there's, (http://nielsencerbolles.tumblr.com/), and my good friend, (http://lildarlinjay.tumblr.com), the two are born to blog.<br />
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These sites are just a few I could name from the many, many sites I've encountered through Twitter, Blogspot and the internet.<br />
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So here I am, about a week and a bit to go to University year two.<br />
More about my parties, my course, the hardships of university, getting a job, the drinking, the housemates and just more on me I guess...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and my housemate. <br />
That is a cup on my head.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><ol><li>Appreciate your double bed back at home. You'll be downgrading to a single at Uni. They don't encourage sex.</li>
<li>Always use your student card at McDonalds. And everywhere else were you can get student discount. Don’t be afraid to ask if they do student discount (however, they only do it nearer student towns)</li>
<li>You don't need NUS Extra card (It may help at times, but it’s not an absolute must)</li>
<li>Meal cards (Sainsbury’s, Asda meal cards) at supermarkets are a blessing. Get your parents to put money on it as a leaving present before you go away. They are literally priceless.</li>
<li>Be friends on Facebook with the local pubs/ clubs to see what's on (but expect lots of event requests)</li>
<li>Going out is for 1st years, say goodbye to that 2nd year onwards. It’s a shame but true.</li>
<li>You'll never party hard nor as much as you will at Fresher’s</li>
<li>Nor will you drink as much</li>
<li>Experience new things. How will you know, if you don’t try it?</li>
<li>Don't budget too much, budgeting is for 2nd years. That’s just my opinion anyway…</li>
<li>However, know this now, after 1st year is over, you WILL be broke</li>
<li>Alcohol and cakes are good house-warming gifts. Alcohol and chocolate, what’s not to like?</li>
<li>Brush up on your drinking games NOW. There’s a lot out there…</li>
<li>Learn how to cook basics, buy a GOOD cookbook but know that after the first three months you won't look at it again</li>
<li>Simple but worth it: during half terms to give your liver a rest. But still go out.</li>
<li>If you want to do work whilst in the campus bar, bring a laptop. Working with a drink = Ultimate multi-tasking.</li>
<li>Read the campus magazine/newspaper for the latest info on what’s going on around Campus.</li>
<li>Remember that £20 for a night out is more than enough. It’s not high night out prices, this is University prices. Relish in the cheapness that is, going out as a student.</li>
<li>If you spend more when drunk, leave your credit card with friends that you trust/ or at home.</li>
<li>Hide emergency money… But I know that you’ll probably find it at 2am in the morning drooling over the late night Subway. It’s the thought that counts.</li>
<li>Pre-drinking is essential. ESSENTIAL.</li>
<li>Don't fret if you end up in a Unilet; I loved it. You might too. Don’t be put off with the fact that you won’t be in halls, you’ll probably visit mates there anyway, or better yet, get a better location than the halls.</li>
<li>Remember the Mermaid Theory, AKA, you're bound to find at least one of your housemates attractive because you'll spend so much time together. And before you think that's rubbish... Here's How I Met Your Mother to prove it. <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f1A5_gxL5_g?fs=1" width="480"></iframe></li>
<li>If you’ve drunk too much and are sick, you’re sick. Remember, it’s not a contest.</li>
<li>Be respectful. Of your neighbours, housemates, yourself.</li>
<li>Saturday nights out are expensive. With older drunken thirty-year-olds… yeah, I’d pass too.</li>
<li>Take FULL advantage of £1 drinks. This is where £20 is more than enough.</li>
<li>Learn to take shots. Learn how to neck a drink without being sick after and you’ll fly through Uni.</li>
<li>Don't use the fire extinguishers. EVER.</li>
<li>Wash up after yourself. No-one likes someone who’s lazy, I should know personally, but if you clean up, there are no arguments.</li>
<li>Milk Thistle is GOD. If you read my hangover post, it will explain.</li>
<li>9am lectures were made to be slept through in your 1st year. It’s a fact.</li>
<li>Do your best but don't aim TOO high, first year doesn't count (unless, of course, it does)</li>
<li>Don’t panic if you have to do re-sits. It’s way more common than you think and it’s not something to feel down about, this happens.</li>
<li>Maybe try to get a job in your first year but not right in the middle of Fresher’s. Fresher’s is the time to PARTY. Not work. Unless you want to be drunk at work…</li>
<li>Weight gain/ loss. You’ll be drinking a lot and you’ll probably lose some weight but this is common. Also you’ll be drinking a lot and you’ll probably put on some weight. Again, this is common.</li>
<li>TV licensing! In halls you probably won’t need one, but if you’re in a house, it’s worth it. Someone (I’m not even joking, it’s happened to us) will knock on your door and ask you questions.</li>
<li>The gym/ fitness classes are so much cheaper than the ones you’ll live near, so why don’t you try something that you’ve always wanted to do? Rock climbing, Zumba, Pole Dancing, spinning classes?</li>
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As you may or may not know, I started a little bit late at University. I missed ‘arrivals week’ and came into university just before ‘Freshers week.’ <br />
My housemates were brilliant at first. When I pressed that doorbell to see two housemates, and I’ll never forget their faces and my house-mate calling to the others that ‘Lauren was here!’ I’ve never seen them run that fast before, even to this day. <br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmUWb3DYDIx8zYLFynNnJEy9iuiQl-FCLWbXk6YY9mwAk-f6klinWWN9D6c_BvolY4BrtZKnXNoIFfDt959Y10ZRoqfcVYsQ9UQkYgqBWlUZwSAZkqsyWZm6pgCNYHJ5NfHkXqQxoOHZM/s1600/Unilet+room+-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmUWb3DYDIx8zYLFynNnJEy9iuiQl-FCLWbXk6YY9mwAk-f6klinWWN9D6c_BvolY4BrtZKnXNoIFfDt959Y10ZRoqfcVYsQ9UQkYgqBWlUZwSAZkqsyWZm6pgCNYHJ5NfHkXqQxoOHZM/s320/Unilet+room+-4.jpg" width="320" /></a>My room was large, bare and in the attic. The rest of the night consisted of getting drunk playing Ring of Fire and learning about my 6 other house-mates. I remember collapsing into bed that night thinking that this had been the “right thing to do and why the hell had I even doubted coming to university in the first place.”<br />
The nights out were something to remember. No longer was I in Croydon, I was officially a university student with money to spend, a house with six great people and a course that I was sure I would like.<br />
University was different than I expected; I found out what lectures were really like, seminars were definitely ones not to miss and try to get to know some of my course mates.<br />
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I got a job early on, in hindsight, I shouldn’t have done it but I can’t regret it. I got to work in a retail job, something I hadn’t done before and to really see what happens in a shop. Though I didn’t really meet a lot of friends and I really hated it, I tried my best to do a good job. But being a student in my first couple of weeks of starting University I didn’t want to miss out on anything. I would go out with everyone on a Friday knowing I had to get up at 6am the next day. I had done it before back in Croydon, I could do it again but, sometimes you wake up drunk at 6am and stumble into work a state; hung-over included. <br />
I think after the incident with a night out and a week old pasta I re-evaluated everything that I was doing. I stopped going on nights out on a Friday and concentrated on getting more sleep but I think by then I was already really jealous of my housemates being at home relaxing on the weekend. <br />
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I may have had a four day week of university but to me it was like I couldn’t ever really relax. Even when I was at home I was still working, I was still in ‘university mode’ I could never switch it off. I thought that having a weekend I could maybe switch it off and actually have some me time. <br />
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Maybe I should have planned it out differently, maybe I can’t handle two things at once or maybe a retail job really isn’t for me. I know for a fact that that job didn’t treat anyone nicely – even the managers complained how much they hated it. Mainly it was because I was only a Christmas temp. They weren’t going to keep any of us so why bother helping?<br />
I can probably go on all day about how much it bothered me and though I put it to the back of my mind that I wasn’t going to be let go – it was inevitable. I did get some good things out of that job, the other Christmas temps and some of the younger staff were actually quite nice and I was complimented on how good my customer skills were by the customers. Shame my bosses didn’t see that and only noticed I was putting in the voucher codes wrong… <br />
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<b>UNIVERSITY WORK</b><br />
University work turned out to be tougher than I thought, I was struggling early on and it didn’t help that everyone around me were doing well or wasn’t doing anything at all. <br />
Even though I had group work, my first assignment did well but I had the horrible feeling that my group didn’t like the fact that I was so casual about it all. They freaked while I told them that we were doing well. As the weeks went on and the assignments kept on coming with other groups and I learnt that everyone was taking this a lot more seriously than me.<br />
I missed lectures, I missed Financial Reporting a lot and only turned up to seminars and group work because apparently this was fine according to second year students.<br />
They literally told us to get all the late nights and bunking off lectures/seminars done now for second year is a completely different story.<br />
So that’s exactly what I did.<br />
<br />
The first year of university doesn’t count towards our final grade; you just have to pass it. All the second year students told us “you’ll sail through first year.” <br />
So why was everyone panicking? It wasn’t until later that a fourth year student told us that in our course you couldn’t just ‘sail through,’ you work hard in all four years.<br />
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<b>MAKING FRIENDS</b><br />
I did have this idea that I would have loads of friends in my course and that I would go into Uni a different person. As much as I think I have changed, I didn’t really get the friends in my course.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlyOVznTBgFWMMdLlipDa2FURpsJNe5CtqJYd7eyqw5aaPdNbmAbN9HfjoLajY2B5O-d9Mzl_vOV_GMKXBGZpeVi0uSySCFVRMffAtOcPiB_zRjQ1tknz2QlwnKkkH_5AhrYnmwiOGdcE/s1600/22+Gordon+road.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlyOVznTBgFWMMdLlipDa2FURpsJNe5CtqJYd7eyqw5aaPdNbmAbN9HfjoLajY2B5O-d9Mzl_vOV_GMKXBGZpeVi0uSySCFVRMffAtOcPiB_zRjQ1tknz2QlwnKkkH_5AhrYnmwiOGdcE/s320/22+Gordon+road.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I suppose it doesn’t bother me too much, I realised that everyone had much better and stronger personalities than what I was used to but also that I was quiet. I mostly listened and smiled a lot. I did get to work with many of my course-mates on group work which got me to talk more and to contribute more. Don’t get me wrong I’m not a loner, I do talk to a lot of my course-mates, we all sit together in lectures and I will always say hello.<br />
If I’m going to reflect, I would say that actually does it matter if I haven’t made best friends with my course-mates? Well yes, because that’s why you take that 20minute journey into University but on the other side is all your housemates that make you smile and it’s not as if I haven’t got other friends elsewhere. I have friends through my housemates and my friends back home.<br />
It’s just that little idea I did have before I came to University had been popped.<br />
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<b>SECOND TERM</b><br />
I had made my mistakes and revelled in my good grades by Christmas and after the two week break I was back on form to do the best I could. I still missed lectures but I made it into the hard subjects like economics and financial reporting (the subjects that I should really never do, because I can just about count on my fingers).<br />
I hadn’t gone into my overdraft yet (big smiley face), I was happy to be back with my housemates and the two week break I realised that I didn’t need my parents as much as I thought, most of my mates from back home had stopped talking to me so what was the point? I was happier than I had been in ages.<br />
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However, my life was a soap opera. I felt like I lived in Hollyoaks. Drama happened left, right and centre. My grades were still good – I had had two really bad nights out and had been sick once. Little things started to happen though; I was really struggling with economics and financial reporting was a bore. <br />
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But you do what you can and you carry on.<br />
University timetable was five days a week, three nine am starts. However, <i>my</i> timetable was four days a week (maybe five), with maybe one 9am start – if I hadn’t turned off my alarm in my sleep.<br />
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<b>THIRD TERM</b><br />
By March I was a tad homesick which surprised me. I wasn’t one to get upset about missing home however, I was talking more to my friends back home and little habits my housemates had would bug me.. So going home for the month of April really helped.<br />
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I was doubting about going returning to the next year of University though; I had changed my mind about what I wanted to do for a career (something I had had planned out since I was about 14/15 years old). It started when all my lectures and my friend stated this out for me: none of the guest lecturers, people we were supposed to aspire to be like, had degrees or any kind of experience in the field they were working in. They just worked their way from bottom to top. So why was I struggling over a degree when I could go out and gain that experience, working my way from the bottom to the top?<br />
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Additionally, it was little things like relatives asking me how my course was going and when I answered “hard,” they all rolled their eyes as if to say that I was obviously lying because University wasn’t hard. <br />
It was weird but I was sick of always doing some sort of school work. I had been doing it since I was 5 and now at 19 years of age, I was sick of it. Irony.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9i9VrOGgy5uExATPNgcPLHYFwMUKQfzOuU6Mu2UWmAcEGgk41LZsJFll2yueF7-yKEs0pUf3jTMPNDRXqi1zDkTopDhHxDXZAlg4DUTxXy8RGEMJMBKIs3BkZBZC5sid__y80DX0TqOc/s1600/Bradley+%2526+ROF.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9i9VrOGgy5uExATPNgcPLHYFwMUKQfzOuU6Mu2UWmAcEGgk41LZsJFll2yueF7-yKEs0pUf3jTMPNDRXqi1zDkTopDhHxDXZAlg4DUTxXy8RGEMJMBKIs3BkZBZC5sid__y80DX0TqOc/s200/Bradley+%2526+ROF.JPG" width="150" /></a>It took some time; my parents freaked out just a little and a horrible career interview (while a tad hung-over, I’m not going to lie) for me to really have a look at what I was doing with my life.<br />
Since then I’ve decided to stay. I’ll get the experience and the degree under my belt and then from there, I can look at where I want to go.<br />
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It just takes me a look at my grades so far to tell myself that I’m not actually struggling. It’s just me over thinking it. I’ve got a 1st in Financial Reporting (when two days before I had run down to the beach in a state because I thought that I would fail the test) and I haven’t gotten less than a 2:1 (yet…)<br />
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So in reflection, I have a house for next year with five (almost) great people and I pray that my course gets interesting in the second year, come September/ October. I’m gaining a really good experience with good friends, cheap nights out and the only real responsibility is to not kill myself with my own cooking.<br />
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So here’s to good grades in my four exams. But most importantly, a good summer getting drunk.<br />
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I bet you have hundreds of questions you want to ask me!!<br />
No?... Really? Not even why I was away for so long?<br />
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Okaaaay don't hound me at once, I'll tell you: I was studying a lot (like you wouldn't believe), had mental blog-blockage and I was probably out drinking somewhere... The life of a University Student.<br />
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I do want to apologise to everyone for being away for so long, it's hard to write down what is actually happening at University, it happens so fast and there's so much to do - it can be a bit hard to describe.<br />
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Coming up is a 'reflection' of my first year of university! Yes! It's that time already!!! <br />
This time next Friday I will be getting very drunk with everyone I know feeling on top of the freaking world =)<br />
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Leave comments, ask me questions, and enjoy!<br />
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"Your tuition fee for 2011/12 has increased from £3,290 to £3,375"<br />
Not something you really want to see but hey-ho I've got a maintenance loan :)<br />
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Survival of a University Student =) <br />
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Just be a lil patient with me :)<br />
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