Browsed by
Tag: uni life

Bright Spots Amidst The Anxious Darkness

Bright Spots Amidst The Anxious Darkness

I thought, since my last post was a bit of a downer, I’d write one concentrating on some of the bright points of this week. Because there were bright points! To be honest, I felt awful on Wednesday, but it’s been a slow and steady improvement since then. I’m still stressed and anxious and overworked, but I haven’t had any more panic attacks. So, here are some pieces of good news. 1. My friend Cait’s book is coming out in…

Read More Read More

An Introvert’s Guide To Making Friends At Uni

An Introvert’s Guide To Making Friends At Uni

It’s taken me a few days longer to get around to my university-focused blog series than I intended: I had a few things going on, including a trip to Cambridge to get professionally poisoned (aka allergy tested). It turns out I’m allergic to cats, which is… a surprise, and not a particularly welcome one. Sigh. I guess my future will have to involve a vast flock of guinea pigs instead. In the comments on my last post, a reader called…

Read More Read More

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…

Read More Read More

Breaking In My Boots

Breaking In My Boots

For a long time, I wanted a pair of Doc Martens. (Let’s just clarify this. They say Dr Martens on the label. Nobody ever calls them that. Personally, I call them DMs. So, for the purposes of this post, I’m going to refer to them by their initials.) I wanted them because several of my favourite TV characters wore big clumpy boots with dresses and leather jackets, and I wanted them because a book character I liked had a scuffed…

Read More Read More

Counting My Blessings (And My Woes)

Counting My Blessings (And My Woes)

The week in numbers (because I can, on occasion, count). (2) reviews of Broken Body Fragile Heart I love getting reviews. My favourites are the kind where people say which poems were their favourites — I like speculating on what it is people like, as well as seeing how differently people perceive my work. Quite often, people’s favourites are the ones I was least certain were any good, or was afraid of including. So it can be very comforting. You…

Read More Read More