It doesn't feel like it was just a year ago I was anxiously awaiting my A-level results, the three letters that would determine the course of my life for the next three years. These letters would dictate where in the country I would move to, who I would be sharing a flat with, the friends I would make, and the person I would grow to become.
I'm a big advocate for continuing to make an effort in your relationship, after you've made it "official", and I love finding new, fun, and most importantly budget-friendly date-night ideas. Here are my top five money-saving tips for dating on a budget.
Social media sites are also a great way for schools to share success stories such as outstanding GCSE results, awards evenings and photos from school trips... But the question is, how does a school really get the essence of its ethos and often centuries of heritage over in just 140 characters?
What can students do to alleviate or at least mitigate these burdensome, high levels of debt and not be crushed by the sheer prospect of it? ... The following tips might just help you out when it comes to that sticky, awkward time between payday and creditor knocking on your door day.
Mindful moments can occur during the simplest of tasks - taking the register, hanging out the socks or making a cup of tea... Whatever profession you are in; whether a teacher, a nurse or an architect; you will be more effective, productive and creative when you include a mindful practice into your working and personal life.
We are constantly being told Britons are 'bad' at languages... Brits do not have some kind of freak genetic indisposition that hinders them from learning foreign languages. The drop in uptake of languages is not the result of a lack of ability, but of a complex mix of factors.
On Sunday, I was in London preparing myself to go to Sheffield. I checked the news and the first photo I noticed is of my aunt and cousin along with their children. They were crying. This was scary enough for me to start unconsciously crying. Reading the news, I know that my family have no more homes or are dead.
Studying constantly with fear of failure, late nights working the same shifts as the signer on television, living in squalid dwellings with landlords who may well be the offspring of Hitler and his one testicle, and constantly finding yourself scraping ancient coco-pops from a mouldy bowl whilst washing the five thousands dishes, is a tough life.
With the lack of boys to make us mentally edit our conversation, no topic was off-limits. Periods and sex were very openly discussed, and if you had a problem or worry you could almost always discover the solution.
Some people are so averse to being alone with their own thoughts that they would rather undergo physical pain. Yet, in recent times... boredom has been lifted out of the depths of the uncool and has been placed in the realm of art.
More and more children are growing up with openly gay family friends, friends of theirs are coming out at school and they are more likely to have openly gay role models. With more effort, and the inexorable march of time, I am optimistic the story of the rugby player and the creative will be a relic of the past.
I was alone. No one told me what to do next. There were no helpful leaflets, or Welcome to Real Life packs... I cannot emphasise this enough: no one will give you any opportunity without you asking. Having a degree does not give you an automatic right to anything.
People sharing their joy on Facebook indirectly puts down other people's achievements... life has its ups and downs, and of course it's only the former that gets shared, for the most part. However, getting below the coveted 2:1 makes others feel they can't share their success.
One day, with an unprecedented smugness, I was presented with something when looking in the mirror. There, before my burnt mug, was an unfathomably small, but nonetheless present, crack in my hairline.