Linguist, explorer, food lover
The Student's Ultimate Pandemic Survival Guide
I recently wrote about the burnout I’ve been experiencing after months of fervently gazing into my little blue screen. It seems like plenty of you feel the same way - not just students, but work-from-homers, home-schoolers and home-teachers too. We're a
Is online learning getting harder, or is it just me?
Fellow students, are you too feeling demotivated, deflated, defeated? Getting headaches, nausea or muscle cramps? It feels like we’ve been staring into this vortex for far too long and it’s sucking the soul out of us...or maybe that’s just me?
Wish you were here! Greetings from the heart.
“Give me your address. I’ll write.” Two weeks later, the first postcard slapped onto the welcome mat. A few words scrawled in black ink; the handwriting is looping and large. Perhaps it was written in a hurry, but it is sent with love. A few words just to say ‘Hello! How are you? You’re doing a great job.’
How humility is transforming my relationships - and teaching me to be kinder to myself
Do you ever feel entirely alone amongst a group of people? Felt unsure of who you are, and how to connect to others? I do all the time, and here's my take on a way to move forward.
Was it fair to tell students to come back to university?
Care homes and hospitals were the eye of the media-storm when the first wave of coronavirus hit the UK, but universities and students have been at the heart of the controversy surrounding this second wave.
How an orchestra on the brink of death revived the world.
This is the story of a symphony which sang of hope and humanity across the decades. Leningrad, Dmitri Shostakovich’s seventh symphony, embodied the spirit of resistance from its very conception, but it is the individuals embroiled in its history who are the true inspiration behind this message.
Have you forgotten the joy of food?
When did the food we eat become boring, stressful and tiresome? My earliest memories of eating take place at my grandparents’ house. Grampy’s speciality was eggs, toast cut into strips, served with a side of peas. To my childish delight and confusion, these strips of toast were called 'soldiers'. I remember him sitting next to me, telling me to eat the peas one at a time because they were too hot. To me, his word was gospel and for years I obediently impaled my peas individually - much to my parents’ despair, as they would impatiently wait for me to finish my meals.
Quarantine in a tent? This is what I learned.
I returned to the UK from Austria back in June and was required to wait out a fortnight in isolation. Forced to choose between locking myself in my bedroom or staying in a hostel, I chose to live in a tent instead.