It’s nearly Christmas, which not only means that Park Street is twinkling with fairy lights and we are walking around with hoods up, scarves on and cinnamon-spiced lattes, but also that I have nearly finished my first term! I think…
It’s nearly Christmas, which not only means that Park Street is twinkling with fairy lights and we are walking around with hoods up, scarves on and cinnamon-spiced lattes, but also that I have nearly finished my first term! I think…
Moving to a big city, living with new people and being independent is a very daunting thought. Let alone the anticipation of a lot of reading and deadlines. Although this may seem like a massive feat, my experience of moving…
So third year is pretty much like I expected it to be. It’s nice to be back in Bristol, but this year is more stressful than the others. The dissertation panic hasn’t really set in yet, but that’s mainly because…
I’m in my third and final year of university. I’ve loved my time here so far; I’d never lived away from home before and came straight out of school. After having such a close knit group of friends back home…
After a long (essentially four month) holiday, it is good to get back into the routine of university life and work. Second year is when most students move out of all halls and live in a house. I’m living with…
Back in Bristol! After an eventful summer, I was ready to get back into university life. The first challenge was writing three essays in the first five weeks of term. This seemed a daunting task, supplemented by the added pressure…