He must find courage to pay attention to the details of his illness. His illness itself must no longer seem to him contemptible, but must become an enemy worthy of his mettle, a part of his personality, kept up by good motives, out of which things of value for his future life have to be … Continue reading A Stressful Situation
The one thing nobody tells you about studying abroad is how lonely it is. Sure, there’s the excitement of having nothing to hold you down, and being in a completely different culture. But that can often be a hindrance. As human beings we need connections. Ones which stabilize us and make us feel loved. I … Continue reading Thank you
As soon as I found out that I’d be studying in the states for a year, there was one thing on my mind… Spring Break. As the blood of my father runs through my veins, there’s a party animal inside me that has felt stifled as of late and I was ready to let my … Continue reading Spring Break
As I’m sat in Charlotte Douglas International Airport, waiting for my second flight to take me home to Heathrow, I have to wonder and reminisce what this past Fall term has given me. And just as I’ve picked up my laptop to start writing, an ironic speaker voice states “Do not accept gifts from unknown … Continue reading Homebound
Fuck Boy A Fuck Boy is a specific type of male Millennial douchebag. There have been equivalents to the modern Fuck Boy, the annoyingly macho and bad mannered young man archetype, across each generation. Yet the current batch of them, thanks to smartphones and social media making the ability to lead an unproductive and narcissistic … Continue reading American Boys are the real Fuck Boys – Part 1.
It’s been a couple of weeks since my trip to New York, but honestly, I’ve been waiting to find the right words to put how overwhelming it all was. Condensing everything into one small blog post isn’t going to be easy so let’s just call this an extended essay. New York isn’t London. In London,
As an English woman born and bred, still the first thing which comes to mind when I think of Americans is 'flamboyance'. Everything in famously over the top, and over done. But I swelled with joy and embraced every second of Halloweek (despite the consequent disasters which come from 5/6 days of non-stop debauchery and alcoholism).
"These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs With a sweet inland murmur.—Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, Which on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky." - Wordsworth, "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks … Continue reading Hawksbill Mountain
You would have thought that after everything which has happened, the law on the 'the right to keep and bear arms' would have been revoked. But America continues to astound me with its nuances. Back in the U.K. guns have always been almost a myth to me. Sure, we have gun violence, and an ex … Continue reading A Bus Journey From Hell
The grandeur of an American game day is nothing like we know to experience back home. In comparison, I don't think we've had anything quite as big, which shuts down a city, since the 2012 London Olympic Games. The days tend to start off hours before the game. Me and almost all of the other … Continue reading Game Day