At the end of the day you're head can mess you up sometimes, constantly planning and making fall back plans for your fall back plans. When it comes to making decisions for yourself, you can never go wrong listening to your heart.
I appreciate that getting into Oxbridge is extremely competitive and is a 'feat' in its own right, but it really doesn't matter whether Oxford is better than Cambridge and it shouldn't matter whether we go to one or the other or indeed any other university - at least not to the extent that it defines our identity and that is all people see.
However, I have noticed that much talk surrounding "Lean[ing] In" has centred mostly on women who already in the workplace. Whilst I have nothing against this, I feel as though younger women, girls of my own generation in the UK who are still in school, are, comparatively, missing out on this exciting 'buzz'.
There are problems with the welfare system in the UK. Nobody is saying that there are not. There are some people who see it as a meal ticket which saves them from having to do some real work, but they are not the majority.
Ninety-six fans, sons and daughters never made it home, and it was all the fault of their fellow Liverpool supporters. This was the narrative that Margaret Thatcher played a crucial role in perpetuating. There will have been few tears shed on Merseyside on Monday evening at her demise.
Die-hard book fans will be squirming at the sight of Theon Greyjoy, who doesn't even appear until much later in the books. The sheer amount of activity going on in this episode felt like a visual binge of narratives and characters. I was too scared to take my eyes off the TV screen in fear of missing something important.
The constant anxiety of what soap opera dramas awaited me at university didn't exactly help matters. I've been considering selling the movie rights of my university life to Universal Studios, on the grounds that I will be played by Audrey Tautou (she'll have to wear seven inch heels) and that The Killers must be used in the opening sequence.
On April 8 2013, the masses turned out to celebrate Margaret Thatcher's death on the streets of Brixton, but there was barely a face among the merry gathering old enough to understand the good and the bad she brought to this country.
I was born in 1991, the same day Bart Simpson made it to number one in the pop charts. If you really want a window into that pre-Thatcher world then look towards Brazil, not the country but the film. Art, thoughtful art at least, usually serves as a revealing barometer of the age that inspired it and Terry Gilliam's Brazil is a perfect example.
Anyone who read my previous blog about rowing to London for Beat will know the extent of the challenge my fellow CCCBC rowers and I have set ourselves.
The main excuse seemed to be 'she was young'. Sure, we all did stupid things when were young. But no - we didn't all make violent homophobic and racist remarks on a public forum. We didn't openly attack people for their sexuality or skin colour.
It is a chilling signal for the international community that this level of censorship can occur in Canada, which in the past has ranked highest in the Western hemisphere on the Freedom of Press index published by Reporters Without Borders. Not to be taken lightly, Canada fell ten spots over the past year.
Translating my GFW catwalk designs into a collection for the masses was a great learning experience. It was interesting to learn new techniques and about the factors involved with designing for a high street brand.
The depiction of teenagers on British television isn't offensive; it's hilarious. No matter how many 'youf' dramas are created, television still struggles to create dramas that are relatable, being out of touch with the even the minor details such as what trainers a character should be wearing.
Traditionalists suggest that these factors plus academic stimulation is what going to a UK university is all about. While online learning establishments may be able to assure academic quality, how can that 'experience' side of things ever be replicated in the same way?
Before beginning my year abroad in Paris, which I am currently halfway through, I had repeatedly heard three seemingly disconnected facts about the French culture: the French are cold, they are overtly nationalistic and they make baking an envied art form.