TB2 always brings an extra level of stress which didn’t exist as much in TB1. Final exams are looming and so many final year students are writing their dissertations and dreaming of their graduation.
Ever wondered how they stick out from the rest of the crowd? Here’s your guide to spotting a final year student on campus (a reliable representation, being a final year myself).

Crying is already a valid reaction to being stuck in the ASS, but you know the situation is dire when they don’t actuall...

This summer was uncharacteristically grey and rainy even for England. Perhaps it’s the disappointment that the season brought, or maybe just the excitement of a new term and a new life. Either way, when I woke up this morning to a faint chill gnawing at my skin where I had slept under the window, my heart leapt a little. Autumn has long been my favourite season, for reasons unknown to me, because I’m definitely no stranger to SAD. There’s a warmth that belies the cold weather, though. Every time...

I’m clawing at the edges of the universe for something to believe in because it can’t be meThe concept of belief has always fascinated me; the idea of something more than the self is transfixing, comforting even, and I find myself chasing it, a little girl clinging to the hand of God, even if I don’t believe. At school, I chose religious studies, learning about practices, community, and beliefs. I was enthused by the power they can hold and the peace they can bring, but I was never able to find...

Freya Dunlop addresses the potentially anticlimactic period that is the university summer holiday, suggesting approaches we can take which we might make this season easier.


We spend the entire academic year looking forward to the summer: the holidays with our friends, parties every night, all those plans we’ve been discussing since we first met our uni friends. Why, then, do so many of us feel deflated when summer finally arrives? Why does it never quite live up to our expectations? 


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