Some people are perfectly happy spending years doing just about, well, nothing. But, for me, the limit is somewhere around two-three weeks. Once that limit is reached, I start to get 671 more words
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I got a letter through today announcing that I was officially able to progress onto the second year as I had passed everything!
It’s so weird to think that I am going onto my second year, when I didn’t even believe I was smart enough to go to university, and that my anxiety would make it never happen as I was too scared to leave the comfort of home. 187 more words
Every year, when I come home from boarding school or from university, whether it’s a short holiday or a lengthy, summer break, I have this compulsion to declutter, declutter, declutter. 549 more words
What. A. Crazy. Year.
Back in September I was busy contracting a severe bout of fresher’s flu (in which I couldn’t move my head in any direction too quickly otherwise I was almost certain my brain would fall out of my head. 708 more words
I’m a dual British/Australian citizen and on Monday I head back to Australia after a three year absence to see some of my old friends, and do a bit of travelling. 509 more words
Et voila! Three years of hard work, tears, tantrums, screaming and laughter to be celebrated with a single glass of Prosecco over lunch. If you didn’t get the twitter memo, I received my undergraduate degree result on Monday. 140 more words