Last year I did something very strange and out of character. I left a good, secure job (without even being asked to first) and agreed to give all of my savings to a university in exchange for them teaching me how to be a journalist...
I remember very clearly and vividly, when in my final year of Sixth Form, the sexual delights I was promised would be bequeathed upon me once I made it to university.... However, none of this proved to be the case.
Having gone through a pretty horrific break up during my second year at University, I finally got the hang of this 'getting over it' business and for a romantic like myself, it wasn't something that came naturally to my marshmallow heart.
If literary tradition is anything to go by, 21 year old young women are generally expected to have blossomed into physical beauty, adopted open-minds and have an attractive aura of conviction. However, I still get mistaken for a runaway cast member from Outnumbered...
As 2013 is ending, I've taken the time to reflect on the last 12 months. I think reflection is an important part of growth, and I look forward to hearing what you've learned in 2013 and what you hope to achieve in 2014.
At the moment, we are constantly being bombarded with media representations of Christmas that hold at their very core a sense of togetherness, comfort and security. Advertisements are constantly reminding us to get the 'perfect gift' for that 'special someone'.
Within hours of starting my MA I had decided to abandon my dreams of becoming a real life Miranda Priestly**, and was so captivated by my tutor's accounts of the life of a real hack that nothing but a career on a bustling news desk would do.
It is an urban myth, doubtless begun by lairy FE tutors, that A-levels are the hardest, most challenging qualifications you will attempt as a student. I'm not sure how this conclusion has been reached, but let me assure any doubters: it is completely false.
It's difficult to think of a greater embodiment of wealthy people being able to purchase advantage for their offspring and puts me in mind of an excellent Simpsons scene where Montgomery Burns attempts to buy a place at his alma mater for his son, who is so stupid that Yale set the price of entry as being 'an international airport'.
Students are living in poverty, and it is not even on the radar on the political agenda. There are two key issues here; firstly, the general cost of living is going up, whilst the amount of loan and grants that students are receiving are remaining entirely still.
Gender segregation is the latest tactical error from the feminism movement - which, in conjunction with the embarrassing bans on the ambiguous pop song Blurred Lines at twenty student unions, as well as trivial matters like Jane Austen on the bank-note - indicates there is a wider strategic problem.
Receiving a tirade of criticism from reviewers isn't exactly what I would deem professional. I know the General Medical Council has a huge interest in doctors maintaining their professional etiquette when it comes to patient care but this seems less so with the domain of doctor vs peer reviewer.
Then the fact that segregation is being facilitated between men and women, by men and women in Islamic societies, shows the commitment to cater for both genders. Discriminating against women would mean denying women entry, or any participation in the venue. Neither of these takes place.
This week I was struck down with what only can be described as 'The Worst Chesty Cough Anyone Has Ever Had'. It was really bad; phlegmy, disgusting and quite painful.