Life Update: I actually graduated!!

Yay!! So after three years of hard work I have gone and graduated last month.

While many people look back at their three years and feel sad that they are leaving, I am actually quite happy to see the back of my undergraduate degree and I feel extremely excited to (hopefully) start a Masters.

I had a wonderful day with beautiful weather and even graduated with a special award which I had no idea about. It is true what they say though after sitting and waiting to walk across the stage for what feels like forever, it really does go in the blink of an eye.

Congratulations to everyone else who had graduated this summer, and who is waiting to graduate in the upcoming months. Good luck to everyone who is either at university or about to start, it will be the hardest few years of your life but it will be completely worth it.

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Life Update: Why I have been absent from this blog

I guess I should explain my absence from this blog for the past two weeks (three weeks of not writing) but I just didn’t feel like writing anything. Do you ever experience that feeling, like whatever you write and the pictures you take will never be good enough so what is the point in trying. This has been my sad state of my for the past week (the week prior to that I was to jetlagged to even keep my eyes open let alone tend to this blog) but sometimes I think its good to catch my breath and start fresh.

I guess the ‘lost’ feeling I had consuming my every though last week was only natural as I am experiencing many changes in my life, i.e. finishing my undergraduate degree, moving home, then moving with my parents out of my childhood home later this summer, finding a job. All these changes and I still have yet to decide exactly what I want to do with my life.

However, it would have been all too easy to wallow in my sorry state and never try to drag myself out (like I have done previously) but I decided to do my absolute best, come Monday, to wake up and attempt to attain my much better attitude that I was developing throughout the previous week, and I can happily report so far so good.

I guess finding your inner happiness and peace with life is a working progress and (unfortunately) is not a case of waking up one morning and you are where you want to be.

So, all that aside, what exactly have I done in the past three weeks apart from sit around and think (apparently) well I went to New York, drove to Stoke to pick up my last few bits at university, then to Wolverhampton to see my boyfriend (I drove 300 miles that weekend, not bad ey?), started doing yoga and got back on my bike after three years.

I feel as though my passion for blogging has been reborn and I have got so many ideas for new and exciting posts, including my trip to New York of course, so watch this space!

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Why I'm not a huge fan of 'a night out' anymore

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Being in my third year at a British university, I have had my fair share of nights out to clubs. I would be telling a lie if I said otherwise. But in the fast year I have really not been enjoying going out.

In first year 'freshers' and to a lesser extent second year I really enjoyed going to pre-drinks getting drunk and then going to the student union's club. But as I have grown older and my workload has increased dramatically I have found myself drawn more to the desire to go to a pub, drink alcohol there and actually talk and appreciate those around me.

This is beginning to sound a lot like that bit in friends where they are in Central Perk, Joey and Ross order decaf coffee and Chandler orders lemon and water after they have experienced a club which they reflect on. I feel like at the ripe old age of 21 I am at that stage, sadly.

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Even the thought of getting drunk has such a small appeal to me anymore. I hate it when I'm drunk, it often makes me anxious, changes my personality and makes me feel nothing like myself. And all of these feelings combined terrify me.

I feel as though my approach to alcohol and my experience with alcohol has changed since I was sixteen and thought it was the 'coolest thing' to do. Now I just see it as wasting a day hungover.

This post is not for me to brag and say 'oh look at how responsible I am, I will never drink again' but rather I guess I wrote this post to ask people  do they / have they felt the same at any point? I will without a doubt have a night out in town with my best friend from home very shortly, but this is completley different from nights out at university to me. We will get a train into town, pre-drink at a pub then go to a pub-club which is a small venue and never gets that busy before catching the last train hope at midnight. I usually get tipsy but not drunk when I do this as I am fully aware that we have to be on that train come what may.

My days of getting so drunk I stumble home every week are firmly behind me. However, I really don't think that is a bad thing. 

So what if clubbing isn't really my thing, even though other people really seem to love it.

So I want to know, what are your feelings on clubs / clubbing? Do you enjoy it, or are you old and boring like me haha?

Hope you are having an amazing day, thank you so much for reading.


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Sometimes we all just have to muddle through

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We all reach that time in our lives where we sit back and reflect on what we have already done and more horrifically what we have yet to do, and for me recently this has been a very daunting and scary task. This sense of being in limbo.

I do feel that this is something all third year does as they have mere weeks before their last deadline and then after that they have the vast big scary future which is nothing yet and that they themselves must fill. But until that last hand it date, there is just hard work and endless amounts of stress.

I think the hardest bit about being a university student is the sheer amount of work you have to do. But students are lazy binge drinkers right? That is what the media tells us anyway. I hate that perception of students. I get out of bed in the morning I would have you know. I know having a full time job is hard, but when I worked the ultimate reward was when you walk out the door at the end of the day you can switch off, watch a few television shows and relax. However, as a student you walk out of the lecture hall, open research and do not end until the pools of coffee you have drank throughout the day to simply keep you going ware off and you fall into a stress filled sleep. Furthermore, you have such a small amount of money to your name that your cupboard is filled simply with herbs and spices and that alone is simply not a meal.

I am not making this post as a feel so sorry for me, I'm a poor student, wah wah wah. Very much the opposite. I'm saying that we all have stresses that are dragging us down to the point where you have no discernible life left in you, and mine is finishing my degree.

For me the next few weeks will be me keeping my head above water and pushing through in attempts to find the light at the end of the tunnel (so many metaphors in one sentence, I'm sorry). But I was wondering, do you ever get this feeling where you aren't full blown stressed but you certainly aren't relaxed in the slightes. If so what makes you fell like this?

Thank you SO much for all of you who follow me, its unbelievable to me that anyone reads any of my blog posts and spends time to even comment, you really do make my day. Does anyone actually like these talky/rambly posts? I only wrote one because this is what I know enjoy reading and would love your feedback. I feel my blog has got lost somewhere but I am steering it back to being what I want to write!

Have a great day,

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Life Update: The Never Ending Dissertation ...

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As the final few weeks of my University life are drawing to a close I feel as though the vast majority of my time is spent staring at my dissertation which is displayed brightly on my Mac constantly attempting to ensure that it makes actually makes sense.

You utter the word 'dissertation' to any third year at this time of year, you are going to get one of two reactions. The sigh of relief as they have already handed theirs in or the look of pure dread.

With the best of intentions the magority of undergraduate dissertations are written in the last semester of the year over hot black coffee, oh the joys huh! And once it has all been written, proof read and printed you have to go and get it bound. The fun almost never ends. But, to graduate you do have to complete it (and complete the 100s of other assignments you have too do).

I made this post partially as an apolgy for the lack of posts but also to keep all of you updated on just how mundaine my life has begun, I cannot wait for the freedom that the end of May will bring. I will actually be able to spend my free time doing whatever I like and building up this blog further.

I hope you are all well and Spring may finally make an appearance soon as I can't stand looking at any more of this weather from the window in the library. Good luck to all my fellow third years and any other students out there, summer will be here before you know it!