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Support Your Local Student: Read Medieval Literature

Support Your Local Student: Read Medieval Literature

As the clock ticked over onto my 22nd birthday, I was in the process of filling in a job application with a dislocated thumb. Or something similar, anyway. I’m still not entirely sure what it is my hand does when I’m using it and it suddenly stops working and starts hurting a lot, but it’s probably some manner of subluxation, since I’m hypermobile. It’s been dodgy ever since. Truth be told, I’ve had a fair amount of pain in my…

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Loss, Closure, and Self-Respect

Loss, Closure, and Self-Respect

I lost a friend recently. Well, more than six months ago, but I somehow didn’t notice it at the time. It crept up on me.  I thought she was busy with college. Then she seemed to have vanished from Facebook, so maybe that was because she was focusing on other things. She wasn’t replying to my blog comments, but maybe she had a backlog to work through?  Eventually it dawned on me that she’d blocked me from everything except her…

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Christmas, Adulthood, and Festive Transitions

Christmas, Adulthood, and Festive Transitions

Christmas as a young adult is weird. It starts getting weird in your mid teenage years, I think, although maybe this depends slightly on your family traditions, and whether or not you have siblings (plus, whether they’re older or younger). I’m the youngest of three, so my siblings outgrew many of our childhood traditions some time before I did, although given that we were never a family who believed in Father Christmas, this wasn’t as big a deal as it…

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Reacting While Numb

Reacting While Numb

I have not really known how to react to this week — a blog post featuring pictures of Nellie, because they make things better. It got off to a poor start with a lack of sleep and an overload of work, wasn’t improved by a flu jab that made me feel pretty unwell, got worse with the election of Donald Trump, and hit rock bottom when I learned that somebody I know online committed suicide on Tuesday night. We weren’t…

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Thoughts On Returning To Cambridge

Thoughts On Returning To Cambridge

I’m now sort of back in Cambridge. I say sort of, because while I’m here, the vast majority of my stuff is not. And I bring an embarrassingly huge amount of stuff to uni, much of it food-related; I couldn’t really tell you what the rest of it is, because I’ve got no idea. My parents are bringing all of that tomorrow in the car, but today I came up on the train with a suitcase of clothes, so that…

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Understanding Teenagers

Understanding Teenagers

Recently, I was working on a writing project that needed me to sound like a fifteen-year-old girl and, despite having been one of those only a few years ago, I found it hard to be sure whether I was getting it at all right. How could I strike a balance between writing how I wanted to write, and writing how I would have sounded at that age? I’ve always had a relatively sophisticated writing style by virtue of writing so…

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Britishly Opinionated

Britishly Opinionated

An observation: I don’t have strong opinions about things. A second observation: I have strong opinions about a lot of things, and can seem very passionate about them, so that people call me ‘opinionated’. A third observation: somehow, both of these statements are true. I’m not sure whether it’s because I’m British or whether it’s just me (a phrase that could sum up most of my life), but I don’t tend to exist at one end of a scale or…

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Poem-mas Day 5: My Lady Reaper

Poem-mas Day 5: My Lady Reaper

Today’s poem is a little bit of an odd one. I think it might be on the Sample Poems page that is lurking on this blog somewhere, but no matter, I may as well post it here as well. It’s from Crossroads Poetry, and it’s called ‘My Lady Reaper’. I first wrote this poem in about 2012, or rather, a poem that had a few things in common with this one. A handful of the lines were the same, but…

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Meaning In My Cleaning

Meaning In My Cleaning

Anyone who knows me, but particularly my family, will agree that I’m not a tidy person. Once when I was a kid, a friend of mine actually tidied my room when she came over to my house, because it was just such a mess. I’m uncontrollably messy — even though I don’t particularly like living in a room that looks like a disaster zone, I rarely have the self-control to keep it any tidier. But every now and again I’ll…

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Tainted By Allegory?

Tainted By Allegory?

J.R.R Tolkien didn’t like the Narnia books. He made this fairly clear. He and C.S. Lewis were pretty good friends, and they were both members of this group called the Inklings which, to be quite honest, is an AWESOME name. They used to read their work out loud and discuss it. But Tolkien got so fed up that he said he wouldn’t come any more until Lewis stopped reading the Narnia stories. He felt they were ‘tainted by allegory’. Basically,…

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