"I'm really sorry, I know this is kind of awkward," I do my best impression of the awkward face emoji as I look over to where Jon is already half-asleep. Jon mumbles something incoherent that I take to mean 'sure, go ahead.' "Look, I normally listen to an audiobook when I go to sleep -… Continue reading Late Night Reading
Confession: I never thought I'd go into heavy machinery... The past four years have been a painful but profound journey into finding myself and working out what I'm going to do with my life. September 12th 2018 saw the deadline for my Masters Dissertation (I am yet to hear about a result - I have… Continue reading I am a writer
The past six months of my life have been a blur of studying, job applications, procrastination, meltdowns, joy, love, spiritual growth and general life. I have meant to write blogs on my general daily happenings but the task seems to keep sliding to the bottom of my to do pile (right under binge watch Netflix… Continue reading I am an imposter.
Had someone told me three months ago that I would be writing an 8000-word assignment on Aesthetic Formalism and I would have probably scoffed in your face. To be honest, tell me now and I might still. I'm halfway through my first rough plan for an assignment due in about 40 days and, believe me,… Continue reading Kerplunk goes the Essay…
There is a gigantic meteorite heading towards me. I can't move. Not one inch of my body will budge from it's current position. My brain hasn't registered the hurling mass that is, at present, hurtling through space and time towards my current location. In short, I'm screwed. No, I haven't turned into a doomsday predictor… Continue reading Hannah, we have a problem.
A is for Anxiety - when you're loosing the plot B is for Booze, a little (or lot) C is for Chocolate - to deal with the strife D is for Dissertation - the bane of your life E is for Exams - that make you despair F is for Frustration - when life isn't… Continue reading The A-Z of a Masters Degree
Labels. They're on everything and, thanks to the digital age, everyone. I'm not talking about those sticky things that you put on your shirt at mixers that say "Hi, My name is:" I'm talking about social labels that we metaphorically stick on each other to describe and classify them. I am not a stranger of being… Continue reading (Dis)Ability