A Certain Romance

I have spent the last two and a half years in Sheffield in a long-distance relationship, and I am spending my final year and a half here out of one. If you’re newly single (like me) and fancy doing something other than wallowing in your own heartbreak and misery (like I’ve been doing), Sheffield is the perfect place to test out your newly found singledom and get back on your feet.

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Reading is what?

It’s no secret that university involves a lot of reading. My human geography course requires me to read seemingly endless articles on a massive range of subjects, including but not limited to war memorials, the 2008 financial crisis and voting patterns. When I applied for university, I wasn’t put off by the amount of reading that would be required of me – I had heard people complaining about it and thought they were just being dramatic. Surely it couldn’t be that hard? I certainly didn’t think so, I used to devour entire books in a single sitting; I would stay up all night reading because I couldn’t put a book down. I love reading so much that my first tattoo was inspired by one of my favourite books (Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor – it’s magical, read it after your deadlines). Reading was my treat after doing all my schoolwork; it was my escape from a depressing reality and books gave me more joy than any film ever could. The problem comes when this escape is taken away and academia becomes my life.

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Use your voice

University Mental Health Awareness Day is this week and the theme is ‘Use Your Voice’, so I am going to use my voice to say what I really think about our mental health services. The University of Sheffield’s counselling service is fantastic at helping if you’re feeling stressed about your workload, having friendship woes, missing home, etc. (I would 100% recommend talking to them if you’re struggling at all), but I have found that it struggles to help people like myself who have a diagnosed mental health condition.

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Welcome to burlesque

Since I was 10 years old, I have wanted to be a rock star. Specifically, I want to be Billie Joe Armstrong, the frontman of my all-time favourite band, Green Day. His stage presence is unrivalled, and he uses his platform for good; singing about corrupt politicians, the state of the world today, and good old-fashioned teenage angst. I even started wearing my eye-liner like him and honestly, I still think of him every morning when I coat my eyes in smoky black. I desperately wanted to perform on a stage like he did and get lost in the music that made me feel so much emotion, but for years I was hampered by my own anxiety and lack of any sort of musical talent.

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