Taking the hickie
As a twenty two year-old “woman” would you rather have a hickie on your neck or the words ‘I have the sexual age of a 14 year-old’ written in permanent marker? Having recently experienced the former, I can tell you: it’s the same thing. And yes, I have the sexual age of a fourteen year-old. [...]
Ten things I wish I’d known before going to Leeds uni
Over the summer, four spooky things happened to me, all of the same nature. One day, I was chatting with my mum in the car and I wondered out loud why the moon was never big, red and as low in the sky as it is when you go abroad. That night, the moon was [...]
Sex… and Other Aspirations
The albatross move and losing your rhythm: how to not get laid I am unsure as to whether coming to Leeds makes everyone realise the following, as it did for me four years ago: 1. You didn’t buy enough wacky travelly bits of material on your gap year. 2. You haven’t got any [...]
Noisy sandwiches and gender confusion
Geeky as it sounds, the reason I decided to come to Leeds uni in the first place was because of the Brotherton library. I was awestruck by its atmosphere, the beautiful interior design and its sheer size. Now of course, these things are completely taken for granted and all I see before me is the [...]
Kids and grown-ups love it so: ‘flashing’ in lectures and being an accidental racist
Warning: This article does not contain reference to nudity. Many a strange thing happened last week. Firstly, it was HOT! The streets of Leeds were filled with people sauntering around in shorts, ice cream in hand, sunglasses on face. I actually overheard someone asking their friend whether they could stop in the shade for a [...]
How to get paid for your words
Rather than go back to my Old Bar job during uni holidays, I’ve always worked unpaid internships every chance I get. As a result, up until recently, it had been two years since I was last paid; my overdraft and I became well acquainted. Clearly, I had to find a way to sustain myself this [...]
Old Habits Die Hard: A Reminiscence
Packing up the car for university is never a fun task. From running out of space before you’re even halfway through the painful process to realising that little bit too late that you’ve accidentally plonked a heavy box on top of one filled with all sorts of fragile components, it is a nightmare from start [...]
My Parents Always Said…
I think it is safe to say I am a bit of an idiot. No matter what kind liar tries to convince me otherwise, my daily failings in successfully completing the most “simple” of daily tasks results in a shocking strike rate of disaster. Somewhere between the E grade at GCSE P.E and two dyspraxia [...]
Freelance Fresher
English school drop-out There are three sorts of uni fresher: those that are discovering Fruity for the first time, those exploring foreign parts, and those that have taken a less dignified route, the drop-outs. Originally I was going to be a member of band two; spending a year in the south of France, lazing on [...]