We don’t all go out partying.

We don't all go out partying.

It is always good seeing an old friend of mine while he is at work. He works in a betting shop and alas, I used to work in the same place as him. As such, it is always good to go and catch up with him with a cup of tea and discuss the issues of the day.

Nevertheless, it is always an occupational hazard while I’m visiting him that one of my old regular customers will come and ask me about how things are going at University. Normally, this is not a problem, as most of them are just making polite conversation, or they even be genuinely interested!

Indeed, “Why is this an occupational hazard?”, I hear you ask. As such, every now and then, the above conversation is followed by an odd remark such as: “I’ve seen you student type, always out partying,” or “It must be hard doing nothing but go out drinking every night.” Another one recently was: “I’m paying for your degree with my tax money while you go out and enjoy yourself.”

I find it more and more difficult to suppress the growing anger I feel inside when I hear one of these snide remarks. How I yearn to go in to a fit of rage and lecture people about how I am daily stuck in the Uni Library from 9am until 5pm, stopping only for lectures. After 5pm, I go home, make myself some dinner, do some more work and then go to sleep, ready for the next day. Hardly a party lifestyle, surely? If I wanted to spend three years partying, then I would not have bothered going to University.

And as for the taxpayer paying for my degree, it is a loan. I will have to pay it back one day, and the sooner I can pay it off, the better.

I admit that Universities nowadays are linked with the drinking and partying culture. I am not against the idea of going out drinking; I would like to think that I have a decent social life myself. However, what I am trying to say, is that – contrary to popular opinion – not all students go to University just to spend three years in a nightclub. The sooner this stereotype vanishes, the better.

Apologies for my rant.


Change is for life, not just for New Year.

Change is for life, not just for New Year.

It is that time of year again. People are getting festive, Christmas cheer is creeping in, people (myself included) are running around trying to get ready for the festive season. Isn’t it all exciting?

However, you’ll also know that it is that time of year when you log into Facebook or Twitter and see people gearing up for the change of their lives. Indeed, you’ll log in and see people tweeting or writing statuses about the New Year, and what resolutions they have got planned. ‘New Year, New Start’ is the normal one. Another one that I saw recently was: ‘I can’t wait for 2014, I’m going to sort myself out and start again’… need I quote any further?

However, while I recognise that New Year’s resolutions are quite worthwhile and people really strive to achieve them – and to them, congratulations – why wait until the New Year to start working towards such aims?  Why would you wait until after the New Year to make a fresh start if you think that you need to ‘sort yourself out and start again’ that badly?

Change is for life, not just for New Year. What if you suddenly arrive at an epiphany half way through 2014 and you realise that things need to change again? Are you going to wait right the way up until 2015, just so you can say, ‘New Year, New Start’ all over again? You don’t have to wait for change and it doesn’t always have to be clichéd.

Why wait until the New Year? What is the worst that could happen?



Hello there, and welcome to my blog. I have a habit of starting blogs, writing a couple of posts, getting bored and then just generally forgetting about them. However, I’m determined to make a go of this one.

It is also quite nice to be writing something that isn’t an essay. Don’t misread me, I’m thoroughly enjoying my Final Year at University, but the intensity does take its toll after a while. Coursework is unrelenting as it comes at you thick and fast, there is still reading to do for tomorrow’s lecture, and then after that, there is the dissertation to think about. And amongst all of this, there is the daunting thought, what happens when I graduate?

I like to think that I’m coping with it all quite well, and I also like to think that I usually appear to be someone who is stress-free and also really organised. Although, underneath the stress-free façade is someone who is pacing corridors, pulling his hair out and panicking about nearly everything. Indeed, I’m always reminded of a conversation with a friend back in August, just when I was gearing up for the start of my Third and Final Year. My friend – who is now studying for his PhD, incidentally – said: “Good luck for Third Year, you’ll need it. It is mental.” I simply laughed it off, not taking any notice, believing that it surely couldn’t be that “mental”. Here we are in December and yes, it has been more than mental… And I’m only half way through.

So, anyone reading my blog (if there is anyone out there) should therefore prepare for venting of stress, opinions and just generally any postings that takes my fancy as I occasionally try to take five minutes away from the stress of studying. Stick around, you may even quite enjoy what you’re reading… possibly.

Until the next time.