Writing and Woes

In general, I think university has become so over-hyped that when people get there it can’t help but be different to expectations. Often , uni is described as the “best time of your life”- and for many people it is . For many, it’s a time where you get to meet lots of new people , have endless fun and drunken antics with flatmates, and when you get to pursue a degree or career you love , and have endless freedom. But this ignores how there is also an increasing proportion of people who do not get to enjoy this university experience. People which academic pressure, isolation, homesickness, depression and suicide all affect every year in the thousands…  These people are part of “the dark side of university” – a side that often goes unspoken about. That was until recently – in programs such as the BBC’s Death on campus: our story. This was a 30 minute program exploring the events that led up to 3 students at university taking their own lives. The program reminded viewers of the s

I’m usually pretty good at putting on a mask, I mean I do it all the time, if anyone ever suspects something’s wrong, I shut them off with ‘I’m fine’. But today I was really struggling, and I couldn’t find it within myself to force another smile.  It’s exhausting to keep up with this persona and I don’t want to live in denial. But knowing that wasn’t an option I braced myself for another day.  Feeling myself getting agitated, I just hoped the feelings would go away. But everything was going wrong, I could feel myself about to burst. Emotions rushing to the surface, preparing myself for the worst. Now my walls were finally crumbling down, and I had a lump in my throat, whilst my eyes were tearing up and I clenched on to my coat. I knew that this was the final straw, that I’d finally had enough, enough of lots of things , but in particular, of constantly acting tough. I’d been pretending too long,  and this mask had to go, so I simply sat down

I made the decision to leave my university course – and not being able to change courses so late in the year then meant leaving the university and my flat until next year. And this was all damn hard .My life has been full of turbulent change since September, and just when I felt settled again I had to rip it all out from under me . I've been left with debts to pay, had to find a new job, and adjust to being back home.  But , things could still be worse . I’ve got my health, a supportive family and even more supportive friends. And I don’t regret one second at university – even with all the flat drama and the course- as there’s still so much I’ve learnt these past couple of months. And sometimes in life you’ve got to weigh up what is most important to you. It was nearly a year ago now that I choose to do this course . It all happened because I was told that I needed to do a degree with an “actual job” at the end of it, not a useless one.I choose a degree that was career ori

I can’t say I’ve eaten well , Or that I’ve had much sleep , But I can tick yes to Movie Nights , and chasing rabbits down the street. We’ve been to the Insane Tuesdays … and drank until we were numb, Though I can’t say that my first time throwing up, (((especially on my carpet))) was very much fun. Now with letters to maintenance? we’ve been there, done that, and  I honestly now think, Mark will be glad to see the back of this flat. The bowling was banter, and I’ll just ignore that I came last, because my amazing crab-walking down the corridor, proved that I can be fast. I loved the High School musical dance parties and playing Mario Kart and I should probably say thank you ,  because it's not going to be easy for me to part…

Wash your dishes It’s not that hard You weren’t born in a barn, or a stable, or a yard. The sink is too small to have dishes build up It’s not that complicated for you to wash one small cup. Your flatmates aren’t your servants, or your keepers, or your mothers, And those who wash their own things Needn’t worry about others.