1. You can wake up at 5pm, and its fine- you may have wasted the day but you've still got the night. 2. The 'is it cold or is it damp?' game. Clean, warm dry clothes are the stuff of legends. 3. Mould is totally edible. You've even started to quite like the taste. It's also your permanent house guest.
Careers advice is an absolute, hands down essential part of education. Careers advice is an absolute, hands down essential part of education. So why are 93% of young people not getting any? What's the point in having a choice between school, college, apprenticeships, university or setting up your own business, if you don't even know those choices exist?
It's time to turn Wordsworth on his head - in 2014 Britain it is not "very heaven" to be young; rather, it is the precise opposite. If you were careless enough to have been born in the 80s, 90s or 00s, well, tough. The likelihood is that you're going to end up worse off than your parents.
From my own experiences of being a student, it seems as though nowadays we are constantly reminded by our parents and other adults how lucky we are to be at university. They always seem to be going on about how jealous they are of the fact that we are students, how they wish they could go back and do it again... To be honest, I can see where they're coming from.
What I talk of is the Third Year Crisis, a phenomenon that has taken on a new lethal edge for the CV generation. Whereas back in the days of our wondrous parents (hi mum, hi dad), most students could fall back on the fact that a 2:1 from a decent University would pretty much guarantee a job, what we now face is a dog fight of epic proportions.
In my two years as a sabbatical officer I've spent lots of time debating issues and ideas. One that keeps arising time and time again (particularly around election time I might add) is that of the Students' Union being 'Political' - for some this makes sense, for others taking stances this is divisive or unrepresentative. I think that either way your Union is political and I'd like to say why.
I'm sick of the fact that because I am female, I am public property. I'm done with being dissected because I talk about that. And if you can't think of another word for what women like me are, you call us bitter. You expect it to sting and you expect us to shut our mouths and stop caring about ourselves, and each other, and our rights.
As an ex-cancer patient, I made pretty clear early on that the "no makeup selfie" had zero relevance to the experience of cancer. In my eyes, the NMS was supposed to be a move of solidarity for the people going through cancer. Baring yourself, exposing yourself, making you feel vulnerable, to try to understand a mere taste of the fragility that someone with cancer experiences when they look in the mirror. The photos I saw did not show that.
Your second and third year is usually spent sharing a house or flat away from campus with your friends and it's probably going to be the weirdest experience of your life so far. Here are some of the less-than-great aspects to sharing a place with your fellow students...
Want that feeling? Buy that feeling. Pay in monthly instalments for that feeling. Nowhere has this trend been more extreme than in the "click bait" articles now swarming social media. "What This Boy Has To Say About Family Is The Most Moving Thing You Will Watch Today [VIDEO]", essentially, "click here to feel moved".
This is a letter to freshers everywhere. Don't worry, its not going to be naggy or anything. Being a fresher is meant to be fun; partying, ill-advised hook-ups, and the friendships that blossom from the shared misery of a hangover. But it also comes with its own brand of pressure; fresher pressure if you will.
The rise in interest rates and the disappearance of the 30-year cap on loan repayments mean that graduates could be in debt until they retire. This move could deter students from applying to University, making the motive of increasing tuition fees to improve standards useless.
My mum refused to leave me even in a room on my own, which was particularly hard considering she was also single-handedly raising my brother and sister, both recently diagnosed as autistic. When she had to take them to hospital appointments, she left me with my grandparents, she was so worried I'd hurt myself. And I often did hurt myself.
Feminism is a multigenerational effort, and it's easy to get caught up in talking about waves of feminism, and what kind of feminists we are, when we should be explaining the issues faced by women to younger generations.