About fifteen minutes ago (so it feels like, but according to records it was September 1992) I landed at Lancaster University as a fresher. I can still see it as a film, smell the cleaning fluid corridors, taste the tears, terrified in my bare room, burying into my cuddly panda for comfort. Time to be an adult.
The business world seems to have woken up in the last 48 hours. It's September, the schools have re-opened and people are sleepwalking back to work after a summer break. But just because we are physically back-at-work, it doesn't mean we are all mentally and emotionally there - the lights are on, but nobody is home in many cases.
Public transport is a common method of travel by many people across the globe, yet somehow some people still haven't mastered the art of getting it right. We have people that seem to think that they are the only one in a rush to get to a certain place, that they are the only one on the tube or that nobody around them has any transport requirements.
The general assumption that 'time heals' makes people do nothing about their emotional pains. It validates the idea that prolonged anxiety or depression will eventually just go away. Even the language of 'moving on' implies that some kind of temporal 'passing' is required to get over something. This is simply not true.
From YouTube to universities all over the UK, TEDx events (x= independently organised event) have heightened in popularity amongst British students in recent years. The American organisation, TED (Technology, Entertainment and Design) has expanded its scope through the launch of the TED Talk Video site, making TED and TEDx talks accessible to all.
This week I went on a dreadful training course, one I'll forget quicker than what I was supposed to learn. On the first day, I was slightly late. It was a combination of not being able to use the maps on my iPhone properly thanks to Apple's recent updates, and my inability to navigate round buildings that are circular.