It appears to be a somewhat common belief that political or ideological movements have an endpoint. As if they factor onto a chronological timeline wherein the goals of said movement will eventually be achieved and we can all pat ourselves on the back, wipe our hands of it and look for something else to invest in.
Love is and relationships are an inevitable part of university life. I mean, how many individuals have gone on to meet their future spouse through university? How lovely. Albeit, it doesn't always last and usually results in divorce upon acknowledgement of distinct difference but still, they did meet their one time one at a higher education institution, which surely counts for something.
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.
A few months ago, I spent an extremely enjoyable afternoon at my old school giving a Careers talk about start-ups. Interestingly, the most pressing question that emerged from these 6th-formers was whether they were about to waste £27,000 and three years of their life on a University degree if what they were really passionate about was starting their own business.
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 don't have to ban George Galloway from speaking; just don't invite him, or others like him, in the first place. Our students' unions are undoubtedly a place for lively academic debate, and for students to discuss real-world issues in a safe environment. However, inviting rape deniers and apologists voids this safe environment...
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.
Readers of my very first blog will remember I couldn't have been more excited when preparing for my inaugural trip across the Atlantic Ocean back in the early stages of 2012. There I sat, carving out the words of my long-anticipated adieu to the green and pleasant land of my birth, to live my very own American dream...
University sports teams are everywhere. A firm believer in the healthy body, healthy mind mantra, I turned up at the sports freshers push with open arms only to be confronted by almost comical stereotypes. Boxing babes brandishing gloves, tennis totty trying to grab your attention, and water polo wonders in Speedos - that's enough.
It's sometimes said that attack is the best form of defence. Some of those think tanks and agitators who seem intent on marginalising Muslims appear to have worked out that the reverse is also true: while some right wingers are happy to go along with direct demonization campaigns, in order to get liberals to jump on the bandwagon of an Islamophobic campaign, defense is often the best form of attack...
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.