Perfect tea, average life.
Everyone has a local paper in their area. It’s there and is a staple of the community. Back in the day, it was the only thing that could connect everyone. Then social media arrived, and it was declared that print was dying. Growing up, I’d…
The year I have had at university has been a little bit mental. I’ve come out a completely different person, which has been shaped by the experiences I’ve had. But most of my experiences have come from the work I have done as a wannabe…
Love Island began this week, and as ever, we are all glued to our screens. Over 3 million viewers watched the first episode, to see the beautifully groomed singletons mingle with each other. With such a large viewership, you’d think that Love Island would have…
When you have two essays due and a summer edition of a magazine to finish, what do you do? You jet off to France, that’s what you do. I was very fortunate to be able to go on holiday to Cannes with my lovely boyfriend…
I tend to be inspired to write blog posts by things around me and by things that have happened to me, and that has then provoked me into some deep thinking. A couple of days ago, I was quite upset to hear that someone had…
I wrote this story for an award – I didn’t get shortlisted for it so I thought I would pop it on here instead! It’s basically personifying a place, exploring what I experienced in this place and how it made me feel. I’d love any…
It’s been a month since I went to the Student Publication Association National Conference. For those of you who don’t know what that is, it’s essentially a weekend of the year when all the Student Publications from universities across the country pile into one place,…
There are shiny wrappers all over your floor. Multiple shirts are stained with chocolate. That sugar hangover just won’t go away. Yes, it’s the Easter aftermath. If you’re a student, you’re likely off at the moment, so it’s easy to just lie about and graze.…
Tea has been a big part of growing up for me. I can’t remember when I had my first cup, but I do remember coming home from school every day with one waiting for me in the kitchen. Good day or bad, it was there…
It’s hard being a journalist. Everyone expects you to be a slimey so-and-so who will tattle to people about anything. What I’ve found, not just in journalism but in life, is that there are times when my compass has broken or hovered, and I’ve had…