Part II: The Highlights ~ Earning my BA from Royal Holloway, University of London.

My last post was a thought I’d been dwelling on for a while now, but I can’t help but think it looks like I’ve left RHUL with a sour taste in my mouth. I didn’t, and there were plenty of splendid moments… These were the best bits:


  • Donning a Toga and trekking round the local pubs in the cold, making friends for life in the Classical Society.
  • Getting the Excellence Scholarship & funding 3 eye-opening trips with it.
  • Attending the “Why Defend Education?” Debate and having my first taste of activism.
  • Sprinting back to Runnymede after the  infamous Mummy Drinking Game.
  • Being diagnosed as Dyslexic.
  • November 11th 2014 Student Protest.
  • Writing my first Archaeology essay in the Principle’s Boardroom @ The Occupation.
  • The Occupation.
  • Lobbying the College council.

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Reflection: Qusqu, Qosqo, Cusco! ~ A life changing experience?

The short answer? Yes. I know it’s cliché, but how could it not? When you spend a month alone in a developing country, you learn a lot about yourself and your abilities. Apparently when I returned from Peru I was noticeably calmer and happier. Not that I was seriously anxious or sad before, but I hadn’t been feeling myself for quite sometime for a number of reasons. I just needed to do something for me, and in doing so I realised that, as much as I like to tell myself I am independent and I thrive on my own, the times when I was really alone were ironically the moments where I felt most unhappy. Not that I would say I’m evidently not independent, just that my understanding of what that means to me has developed. I like to organise things for myself,  fund my own adventures, and go places want go, but that doesn’t necessarily mean spending time totally by myself. I also like meeting new people and talk for hours about both nonsense and academic babble. Essentially I just like to be in control of myself, whether that means deciding where I’m going in the morning or whether I want to spend time with someone or not.

#loner
#loner

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