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The Anticipation of Adulthood

The Anticipation of Adulthood

It’s a cliche to say it, but being a new adult is hard. For the last eighteen years, my life has been divided up into education and not-education. Everything was always temporary: I was at school, or I was at home, and sooner or later that would reverse and I’d be at home, or I’d be at school. When I was at uni, the year was divided into term time and non-term time, and I knew that wherever I was…

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Part-Time Adulting

Part-Time Adulting

At the start of my final year of university, people often asked me about my plans for life after graduation. At that point, my answer was that I intended to work part-time and live at home, saving money if I could, with a somewhat nebulous idea of what was going to follow after that. My intention to work part time was mostly born of the realisation that my pain and fatigue making working full time difficult if not impossible. During…

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Much Adulting, Very 22, Wow

Much Adulting, Very 22, Wow

I feel like I write one of these posts every year: looking at my life and panicking that it doesn’t match up to some arbitrary standard of maturity. But ageing is weird, and birthdays are weird, and tomorrow I turn 22. 22 on the 22nd. At least it’s a pleasing number. I sort of designated yesterday my birthday, because I have so much work to do tomorrow and I couldn’t do it yesterday because my parents came to visit me,…

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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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Lost Potential and Abandoned Dreams

Lost Potential and Abandoned Dreams

For those who aren’t aware, I used to be a competitive Irish dancer. (I’ve written about it before here. And here. And in other places. ) Maybe that’s a bit of an overstatement. I wasn’t the kind of competitive Irish dancer who is at a feis (competition) every weekend, has a huge elaborate curly wig and a dress costing thousands of pounds that seem mostly to have been spent on finding the grossest combination of neon with Swarovski crystals. I…

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Getting Lucky With Everyday Sexism

Getting Lucky With Everyday Sexism

Over the last couple of days, I read the book Everyday Sexism by Laura Bates. If you follow me on Twitter, you may have noticed me tweeting about it, and exploring the ideas that I’m now writing this blog post about. (CW: discussion of street harassment and fairly mild descriptions of assault.) I’ve been meaning to read Everyday Sexism for a while — it’s been recommended to me, and I’ve seen it referenced, but I’m not great at non-fiction and…

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The (Potential) Return Of The Vlogger

The (Potential) Return Of The Vlogger

I haven’t uploaded a vlog since I tried about my ‘Medievalist Miriam‘ idea in May or June of last year. I wanted to. I filmed a couple, including a room tour of my college room this year because those have been popular in the past, mainly around Newnham applicants and offer-holders who wanted to know more about the college. (Which is precisely why I started making uni videos in the first place — my Insider Cam series was something I…

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Thoughts On 21

Thoughts On 21

So, 21. That feels weird. In case you somehow missed this fact from (a) previous posts and (b) other social media, today is my birthday. My twenty-first, in fact. It feels like it should be more significant than it is, but as a Brit, there’s nothing you can do at 21 that you couldn’t do at 18, since it’s not like we’re American and it’s the drinking age or anything. Not that I drink, so that wouldn’t be all that…

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Crafting And Calm

Crafting And Calm

I think it was an oversight when, in my posts about the end of 2016 and in exploring my goals for 2017, I neglected to mention that I recently took up knitting.  Well, resumed it. My grandma wasn’t a big knitter, but she taught me to knit at around the age of nine, a phase that didn’t last long before impatience got in the way and I went back to calligraphy, hama bead patterns, and other speedier crafts. When I…

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Depression, Writing, and 2016

Depression, Writing, and 2016

One thing that’s been noticeable about 2016 is that I haven’t been blogging very much. I made a brief attempt in the middle of the year to change that, but it didn’t last long, and since then a weekly post has been about all I can manage (if that). Although I’ve managed to keep my book blog more consistent, that’s only been possible because I schedule a lot of posts in advance. To be honest, I’ve been writing less in…

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