Before I begin, I feel it appropriate to explain that this post will serve as more of a memory dump than a coherent collection of thoughts. The time as I start writing this is 05:12, I haven’t gone to bed yet, and was last asleep just under 21 hours ago.
Your first question – “What does the 5 months in the title refer to?”
The answer to that question is simply “That’s how long I’ve been at university for now.”Watch movie online The Transporter Refueled (2015)
This answer however would be a lie, for it has been slightly longer than 5 months, just for the sake of being pedantic, but for all intensive purposes I have now been a student of Politics for 5 months. So what do I have to report on during this time, what great wisdom have I procured, and am I filled with the stereotypical student attitude of being untouchable and full of optimism? Nothing. This answer obviously wouldn’t shock you if you know me, but for those who are less familiar, let me elaborate.
The last 5 months at university have dragged somewhat for a variety of reasons, summarised as:
- I’m studying Politics?!
- Uxbridge does NOT count as London, it’s in Middlesex
- I’m living in halls which means tolerating the noise, the fire alarms, the drunken antics of others and worst of all – the single bed
- By the end of this year it will have been 15 years that I have been in some kind of formal education, and it is getting rather boring now
Of course, there are going to be positives with this ‘next step’ in my life, but interestingly none of these are directly related to university
- I am still with my girlfriend of 5 years, and we are getting our own flat in August
- An increase in opportunities to see shows, events and find work
- Faster internet
- Government are throwing money at me (with the expectation of taking it from me for the remainder of my life
I think the positives are probably better to expand upon then the negatives. The last 2 points are fairly self explanatory, as is the first. I would however like to interject with my utter disgust at the costs involved in finding and securing a house. These estate agent fees do appear to be the work of Satin, or worse, David Cameron, sneakily trying to further undermine the financial security of those who just want to study and appease their Lockean desire for security in private property (Politics term – google it). But, attempting to avoid deviation… jobs and opportunities. What have I been doing that ensures I’m not completely financially destroyed by attempting to further my knowledge.
As my blog would indicate, I do a lot of writing for Arts Award Voice, being the Sub-Editor of Commissions and Social Affairs. This is just a fancy way of saying I tell people occasionally what to write, and sometimes updating the twitter. My role is sometimes more expansive, but that is the basics. This job (which I actually do love), has me attempting to expand my writing beyond simply the exploration of political thought, aided by paying for me to go to some shows and events to review them. A cross copyright agreement also allows me to expand on my podcasting a bit, although I expect that to take off more in the new financial year, when my contract is renewed.
Other work involves the continuation of my (voluntary) membership to the Arts Award Youth Network Leadership team. We essentially act as ambassadors for AA, and help to shape their direction.
I’ve aided the delivery of some creative participation training programmes, which are both good fun and well paid, which is always a bonus. I also was invited to do a keynote talk on advisor’s role within AA, but don’t feel it went great as it was the day after my birthday.
I went with Liz to go and see Casual Violence a few times (each time was awesome), and also went to ‘Give it Up for Comic Relief’, which also proved to be an incredible night.
Muse is coming up in May, and I’m jetting back off to Edinburgh in August to report on the Fringe Festival, although this is being done off my own back with the hope of being paid back. Either way it should be good.
Brain now failing me, seeing as it is now 5:41, I feel I may call it a night and hope sleep no longer eludes me. I find it hard to imagine anybody has made it down to here anyway, I’m not really that interesting ILR. Anyway, yes, I am leaving, although as I do want to being to make this a habit I hope to return soon to waffle out some more BS for people to endure.
I am so ill at the minute..