Thursday, 24 October 2013

The Confessions Of How To Embarrass Yourself At Uni...

You just gotta laugh it off....and then run.



Being about as graceful as an elephant in a tutu and holding such Bridget Jones-esque nature, embarrassing moments seem to happen left right and center. After a while you begin to accept their frequency and become so custom to them that you tend to almost be immune to the feeling of 'embarrassment'.  So I thought I'd compile my top 5 embarrassing moments at university and give you something to laugh at- Enjoy!

1. The Fall. Now this one wouldn't be as humiliating as it seems if it wasn't for it being the very first night of freshers. I'd been abandoned in an unknown city by my parents, placed in a flat with 12 people I didn't know and been told to get drunk, stick on fancy dress and party. I'd been participating in the predrinking games since 5pm with my new flat. We then headed out to an organised event on campus aka a tent on a hill with a DJ in it. Everything was plain sailing considering I'd only known these people for around 8 hours. I'll admit I had handled my vodka poorly and it was only downhill from there...literally. We were walking up the hill to the tent when my heels slid in the grass and being so lost in a blur of vodka, I could not regain my balance and rolled on down the hill. They say graceful is my middle name....not.

2. The 'Sorry I'm Late...Oh'. Okay, this one was no way near my fault. Some cruel son of a gun who works on timetables decided to schedule one of my seminars on one side of campus and then another seminar, straight after, on the opposite side of campus giving me exactly 60 seconds to get from one to another. My campus is so big it actually takes 15 minutes at a push to get from one side of campus to the other. You see my problem? With it being the start of term I didn't want to make a bad impression on my tutor by being late so I hastily jogged across campus to my second seminar. It was dark, it had been a long day, I was tired, suffering freshers flu and I had never been in said set building before and therefore had no idea where I was going. Needless to say I made it to the building, hastily jogged down the corridor through a large of group of people, spotted my room number and noticing everyone was already sat down with notebooks I burst into the room. Grasping for breathe I managed to force out a 'Sorry I'm late'. Only to receive blank stairs from the entire room including the tutor. I paused for a moment...oh crap. 'This isn't Sociology is it?' to which the entire room burst out laughing. I quickly turned to run out the room only to walk into the door (You just can't make this stuff up). Once I escaped the box and left the laughter behind I was quickly faced with my real tutor, who was also the head of the module. He kindly greeted me with the words 'Yeah...I was gonna stop you from doing that but you were in so fast'. Well at least I mad a lasting impression right? I didn't manage to make many friends in that seminar either....

3. One Student, two flights of stairs and one cup of Coffee. Working in the library is hard. No I lie, working in the library is about as exciting as watching paint dry. No I lie again, watching paint dry is actually more exciting. Everyone needs a boost of coffee in the library. After a quick visit to the cafe I was hastily heading back to my spot in the library, coffee in hand and a sense of pride and sophistication in my walk. Pride and sophistication clearly being a blinding factor as I successfully managed to slip on the carpet and stumble up the library stairs, coffee in hand no more and with an academic audience to watch. When I quickly tried to get up, holding any dignity I had left, I successfully slipped and fell back down again. Does anyone else see a reoccurring pattern here with my walking abilities?



4. Don't get your knickers in a twist. It was the end of term and we were deep cleaning our student squalor. In the midst of this deep clean I had put on a wash (yes the myth was a lie, students really do their own laundry) and was hanging out my clothes to dry. I came back to the living room to see I had accidentally dropped a pair of knickers (Don't get excited boys, Bridget Jones only has granny pants). Just as I had scooped up my not so sexy knickers to hang upstairs to dry, my housemate cried out in crisis from the kitchen. I had panicked, hesitated on what to do with my damp granny pants before I went to my housemates rescue. The logical thing to do at the time was to shove them in my coat pocket (hanging in the hallway) and retrieve them later. Weeks to come when I was back in the land of parents cooking and free bills I was watching TV on the sofa, all was at peace. My mum and dad saw it was time to collect my little bro from work. With it being only a 10 minute drive, my mum grabbed the nearest coat she could find and put it on. To my horror she placed her hands in her pocket only to pull out a pair of my granny pants. The look of confusion on my parents faces with forever haunt me. Still to this day they don't believe my story.



5. Love is blind: FACT. Being the studious girl that I am, I had picked up a book from the library and was checking it out at the check out machine. I got my belongings together and began to walk away to see a nice looking guy looking at me. I smiled and headed on home. On my journey home I was soon overtaken by said mystery library boy. Ahead of my he had stopped at my crossing, glancing back we eye contact. As I headed closer to him I was so keen on looking cool and sweet. In fact I would say I was focused on looking cool and sweet. So focused that I failed to notice the lamppost I so gracefully collided with. Let's just say there wont be a wedding anytime soon....

The moral of the story is, don't drink, always check your entering the right room, walk slow with coffee, hold onto your knickers and avoid lampposts at all costs. Now surely I can't be the only one embarrassing myself on a regular basis? I want to hear your most embarrassing stories. Come on, we're all friends here ;)

L.Bel xoxo
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Sunday, 20 October 2013

The Great University Job Hunt...Is it over yet?

Shhh....If you listen closely, somewhere out there you can hear the whimpers and cries of a third year undergraduate falling to pieces over a graduate job application...



Panic is in the air. You can almost smell it. Riding the chunder dragon hard, nerves and panic kick in as the innocence of a third year job application is crashed and burned along with the contenders confidence. Big bad hiring managers sit behind a desk that was once the home of the woodland creatures whilst they laugh their designer socks off at the feeble attempts to sound intellectual and well rounded in order to fit the criteria of the unreachable graduate scheme. They throw your application around the staff, having one last running office joke before they chuck it back to you in an email with the response of 'There's always next year...' .... but don't bother trying is what can almost be heard at the end of the sentence.

Those fortunate enough to get through the second round of every-man-for-himself ordeal must start the physical training at the crack of dawn whilst the recruiters fire up the cannonballs and the rings of fire. This ought to make a good YouTube hit, they chuckle to the themselves as the contenders line up on the firing line. Let the hunger games begin...

Sorry I'll stop now, but I have a point right? Okay I know that isn't really what happens in the world of graduate schemes but it is what runs through the mind of every student grasping at straws for a job. It feels like a game of luck when it comes to applying for jobs. The ones you would love to be a part of shoot your confidence in the space of 30 seconds flat with their psychometric tests and if that hasn't killed your ambition then the looks of 'Yeah dream on kid' received from the university careers department sure as hell will.



It's a well known fact among friends, family and the internet that I have zero confidence when it comes to SERIOUS BUSINESS. I can't even go to the pub with new found friends from archery society without embarrassing myself by crossing 'goodbye' and 'bye' with 'gye'...before I could grasp any dignity off the floor I quickly ran out of the pub before I could think to correct myself. What chance do I stand in a job interview?!

In all fairness, I have a fantastic personality if I may say so myself. I'm bubbly, chatty, enthusiastic, friendly, open to new challenges and a bloody hard worker. Yet companies would rather test you through intimidating virtual strategic tests that not even themselves no the correct answer to. How do I show off my dazzling personality to an employer if all they can do if judge me on my philosophic answer of why a triangle is really a circle with a dot in the middle?! You're reading this and thinking 'Girl, you make no sense'. I've been saying that to the job recruitment process yet my voice is yet to be heard.

What's worse for us poor graduate scheme wanters, the pressure. The pressure to leave university with employment. Your parents have spent their entire life supporting you through your education. Attending every parents evening since you were 4, helping you with homework, buying you ingredients for food tech class, coming to watch those awful nativity plays where you were always cast as a tree, transporting your ass and belongings up and down the country twice a term for 3 years..oh and lets not forget the thousands of pounds they provide you with so you can actually attend university. If they can do all that for you over 17 years of education, why are you so incapable of getting a job? All I want to do is turn around to my parents and make them proud with acceptance onto a graduate scheme yet the job system begs to differ.

What was planned to be an insightful blog post on the never ending process of job hunting turned out to be a big disaster on what it's like to be a struggling third year with an irrational fear of words such as 'careers' 'application' and 'deadline'.

If you have gone through the rigorous process of job hunting/applying for graduate schemes then I want to hear your stories and advice. If you are going through this process right now, then I want to hear your thoughts. And if you are a big major company in need of a superstar...then hire me?...pretty please?

L.Bel xoxo


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Thursday, 10 October 2013

What it means to be a third year...

Apart from being a complete walking disaster?



I bet your dying to know all about the antics that have arisen since returning as third year? Sorry to disappoint you but there just aren't any. I'm retired. Literally. I retired to the world of onesies and The Great British Bake Off. It's a real tragedy. Now I am a third year I shrivel and melt if I leave the house past 7pm. Okay I'm being a drama queen but I have a very valid point. Over the past 2 weeks I have come to make many wise conclusions of what it is like to be a third year, some good and many...not so good. I'll start with the bad news so we can finish nicely on the good.

The Bad.

  • The Work load. Okay that was the obvious but seriously, Uni what did I ever do to you?! My fellow students and myself worked out today we have between 30,000 and 40,000 words worth of assignments to write between now and the end of May. Are you serious?! On top of this I'm supposed to be job hunting and course reading. I'm beginning to think of sleep as 'optional' in my daily routines. I physically cannot imagine the time to deal with the work load. It's cool, not like I wanted a Christmas anyway...

  • Ageism. Somebody call the doctor, I got a real bad case of the ageisms. Now you're in third year you develop this ego where you automatically assume you gain superiority over the below years. Superiority turns to bitterness and you can't help but hate the first years for their eager beaver approach to uni, skipping from lecture to lecture to club night to society. It's so overwhelming that you can't help it if your foot slips out to sabotage that skip......Okay I am joking I'd never really do that....yet....

  • Territory and me. This has to be the saddest thing of all. I have actually developed a territorial attitude over the library. I believe unless you're a third year drowning in your dissertation, you have no right to enter the building. Prepare for the evil glares flowing from my corner.
  • Third year living. It's pretty similar to second year living yet you're even poorer. I long for first year when I felt rich with my loan. Now I gain my loan and it barely covers the term. As well as this the novelty of your student house quickly wares of when you've settled back into cold and damp conditions. Oh and the added new water feature from our kitchen ceiling to the kitchen floor is a real mood brightener. Not.
The Good
  • You're a pro. You know the campus quirks and works and how to get the best deals from the local takeaways. You laugh down at the first years stumbling around campus looking lost as you casually rock up to your lecture. Go you mature student.
  • You treat every day like it's the end of the world. As it's the last year of your life where it' acceptable to go to supermarkets in your pajamas, order pizza takeaways at 4am, get drunk in the middle of the day, spend a whole day in your onesie and eat pasta out of a pan, you really begin to make the most of it. It really is 'go hard or go home' in third year. You appreciate every moment with your housemates and campus friends. 
  • You never say never. Getting to third year and realising you've never really been majorly involved in a sporting society can perhaps seem a little depressing. Never fear, you're a third year, you don't care what people think of you as you're so high in your own superiority, you'll just bound into a new society like you just don't care. That's exactly what me and my housemate did. Today we attended our first session in the archery society and quite frankly had the time of our lives. We giggled at each other, the freshers and the trainers. We even successfully finished the session with the death toll still on 0. Just call me Katniss Everdeen.

  • You're still a student. You're not in the big bad world just yet and you've mad it this far in your degree. Give yourself one big pat on the back, grab and pint and lets do this thing! *Queue montage music*
So I hope I have enlightened you into the world of a third year. It's a little doom, a touch of gloom but a whole lot of fun. Wish me luck!

L.Bel xoxo



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Wednesday, 2 October 2013

Freshers OAP, New Technology and back in the overdraft - Confessions of back to Student Living

Hello there my blogging friends. Sorry it has been a while since I touched on the blogging sphere...okay to me it's been while but to you lot it's probably like 'oh god...she's back.' SHH, I know you've missed me. I've been so busy settling back into uni and adjusting to my new found 'life is so busy yet I'm not motivated to deal with it' lifestyle. It's hard.


Now before I get started on this weeks events, I must inform you I am now blogging from my brand new laptop that I won from Student Fashion Blog. I've managed to waist the past 24 hours playing with the fancy touch screen Windows 8 interaction instead of working on important life depending decisions. Along with my amazing laptop I got lots of cool homeware stuff like a funky light which makes my room look like a UFO landing spot in the dark and a memory foam pillow that seductively engulfs me in a coma like sleep. It's definitely a step up from my Tesco Value pillows. Overall I feel like Christmas has come early.

Going back to student life after a break is something I always find tricky. After longing to go back to student life, once I'm here I miss home and I all of a sudden get massively tired when it comes to doing anything. I love being back with my housemates, laughing, dancing, singing and losing all dignity in a night club, It's good to have this new found freedom again. However over summer I must of slipped into the TARDIS as I have come back bitter in my age. Judging the freshers stumbling about town dressed in short skirts, painted green and slurring their words. Us third years are secretly envious of the spring in their steps off to their latest freshers welcome talk whilst we trudge into the library with grey circles under our eyes and openly baring the world on our shoulders. I also envy their passion for a night out. Right now I couldn't think of anything worse, heading out into the cold with a dress shorter then a piece of string, self inflicting a poisonous hangover and depriving myself of much needed beauty sleep. I'd rather sit in, slobbing in my onesie, drinking a pint of tea, watching The Great British Bake off and mourning my youth. 

I was supposed to be going out tonight but my housemates and myself embarrassingly admitted to each other we'd rather give it a miss. It was probably a wise decision anyway, I mean how is it possible I'm already back into my overdraft 2 days into term?!

L.Bel xoxo



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