Brace yourselves, this may come as something of a surprise. I've dropped out of Oxford. Yes, I know. It's something of an about face considering my previous posts but hear me out. I left, not due to egregious academic incompetence, lewd or licentious behaviour beneath hall tables or even to pursue a love interest. It's taken me a while to reflect on this but here I go. I'd welcome your thoughts.
Do university students actually care about climate change? And are they doing anything to stop it? Concerned by apparent contradiction in the behavior of my student colleagues, I took the initiative to address the issue and carried out research to try and understand students' reaction to the statement, "Oh No! Not Climate Change Again!".
You only get a short amount of time to impress people during your experience as an intern. It's important that you make the best impact you can, before you're quickly replaced by a sharper, friendlier, more eager version of yourself. The doors of an office are constantly traffic-jammed with a rotation of students dying to make a good impression.
Not only does Benefits Street propagate the myth of the work-shy, morally reprehensible benefits scrounger, it also neglects the majority of benefits claimants. Contrary to popular belief, most are not on unemployment benefits. In fact, the largest part of the welfare bill is spent on state pensions, with disability benefits and family benefits also coming in costing substantially more than unemployment.
To all of those who are part of the job seeking audience and every graduate who feels worthless, hold on. When we get jobs, we will be so happy we will become fried eggs, not hard boiled. I feel better having written this. I will eventually get a job and then I will be able to humblebrag and moan just like everyone else on Facebook. Until then, I'm avoidng eggs......
I am so scared. I am terrified that I will fail. Those are the two sentences I am afraid to say out loud. I am terrified to admit that I don't think I'm good enough. It is a daunting thought... can I actually do this? I'm I strong enough, am I smart enough; do I have enough guts and get go to go and get my dreams?
So, whilst I was already very thankful for my mum - who has been therefore me through everything I can possibly remember - I feel like I appreciate her a little more now. And it makes me miss her, because, whilst she is only a phone call away if I need some moral support, I no longer have her around to help with those really little things in life.