If you, like me, have the same insane notion that I began my university career with, a thorough determination to learn (rather than drink and have sex with almost everything in a mile radius), then it is not a wasted one. What complicated matters for me was when I was diagnosed with Social Anxiety and Depression half way through my first year...
I've no idea whether it has, but unlike most items on FiveLive Breakfast, this one diid make me think. Why is it considered socially acceptable to say, 'I'm no good at maths'? It's a curious admission - for example you definitely wouldn't hear anyone proudly extol the fact that they were unable to read - yet Burden's not alone...
Freshers. Hello. Welcome to University, where lack of sleep, lack of food and top class hangovers will be your best friends for the year. Week one, prepare to just man up each night and sip through the pain.
I long for the day when Dr King's dream will be fulfilled. When it won't matter where you come from, or what you look like, or what language you speak. When the only thing that will matter about you is how you behave. When we will not think it odd to see a black or Asian MP on the front benches of Parliament. When colour will be irrelevant. But I suspect that that day is long off.
I would have been glad to have had the option of graduating in a suit. My gender should not be relevant to my university education, and for the vast majority of the time it hasn't been. To put it bluntly, unless you're my doctor or you're hoping to sleep with me, my gender isn't really relevant to you.
For me the solution seems clear cut, military action must be taken to stop the Assad regime destroying Syria and its citizens, literally. We cannot end up with another situation like Rwanda where in the eyes of then UN Secretary General Kofi Annan, the world could not bring itself to act. That must not be allowed to happen again.
As of this week, students will be forced to remain in education until they are 17 - a whole year after completing their GCSEs, and as of September 2015, the age will be 18. Is this a good idea? The simple answer is: No. Not everyone blossoms at school, and to force those who are desperate to leave and start work is surely detrimental.
I wish apprenticeships had been widely available when I was young! Just think, I could have avoided thousands of pounds worth of debt trying to figure out if I wanted to study Science or Business. Too young an age for such a costly experiment and I'm still paying for it!
With an increasing pressure on jobs and university places, a need for more extracurricular skills above and beyond academic, and the current economic climate, it's no surprise that recent research by us revealed that half of British teenagers worry that they'll be less successful than their parents.
Last month, England's university access watchdog reported on the drastic decline in the number of students enrolled in part-time education. Since then, national newspapers, popular blogs and student associations have all been buzzing about the potential impact this decline will have.
It's an unusually sunny Saturday afternoon in Battersea Park, and I am taking deep breaths to stop myself from hyperventilating. I have just dropped my iPhone. My uninsured life support, with a not-too-shabby price tag of £600, has transformed into a pile of broken glass and chipped plastic mixed amongst gravel on the pavement. Someone might as well have just hit me. Did I really just say that? Yes, yes I did.
What I have gained most from match.com, and the last thing I expected to, is I now feel calmer about being single. My relationship status no longer causes me to panic, and start thinking of cat names. Online dating made something click - it's not about being in a relationship, it's about finding the person who you want to be with.
Everyone is unique in what they need to work on and develop but practical training and experience cannot be beaten. Whether you dream of being a radio newsreader or a radio presenter, you will need to gain confidence in your 'sound'...
If a person attending a single-sex girls school identifies as a transgender boy and wants their teachers and peers to treat them as the boy they feel themselves to be, what happens? What's their experience like, as they try to learn and achieve and create a future for themselves?
Sleeping on sand dunes under the stars may sound romantic, but I can reveal that it was probably the worst sleep I have ever experienced...
What really gets to me at results time of year is how quick people are to judge those who have achieved well at GCSE and A-Level as academics and those who struggled as 'failures' perhaps 'only destined for an Apprenticeship'.