About Jodie Louise

My name is Jodie and I am an undergraduate philosophy student with aspirations to be a novelist. I am also a strongly independent person, or perhaps too stubborn to admit to needing help, which causes problems itself. One of the biggest worries for students is 'survival' in this new environment and I will be adapting to survive too, battling the trials and pitfalls of a long-distance relationship, economizing, studying, making friends and finding a job. It is perhaps my duty, as a philosophy student, to try and impart some wisdom or express some meaning in a story but with an element of humour too which is the aim of my writing to you.

Passing on what little wisdom I have

In so many ways I’m glad I’m not a fresher anymore! I really hate awkward small talk and your first year is full of it. So, what subject are you doing? What halls are you staying in? Where are you from? It gets a little repetitive. You can be a maverick and open the conversation with a curveball question like “So what type of dragon would you have, if you could own one?” But, as much as I like pondering such scenarios, in my experience, people don’t like to be caught off-guard. You will meet a lot of people trying to act ‘normal’ (although, everyone’s weird on the inside) therefore you might play at being ‘normal’ yourself.

A friend that I work with is starting university this October and so I’ve been thinking of various tips and pearls of wisdom I might give her. I found the first 3 months really hard but I don’t want to tell her, or anyone, that for fear of putting her off. She’ll have a great time, I know that for certain, but not everyone will have an amazing experience. So here is what I have to say to you, my fellow misfits. Firstly, I’ve already written about finding your kin and this takes work. Nothing in life simply falls into your lap; you have to work at it and actively seek out situations and experiences. If you feel that you and that girl really into country music had the tender beginnings of friendship then you should take her number, add her on Facebook (or any other social networking platform), and arrange to go to a barn dance (or something like that.) Go to societies and events that correspond to your interests – you know for certain then that you must have something in common with everyone else in the room! I went on a historical walking tour of Exeter and had a good chat with a fellow history enthusiast who had happened to have heard of my home town. That was an exciting moment – someone actually knows where I’m from! After having to tell a hundred people that it’s in Kent and about an hour from London you would have been excited too.

Secondly, the people you meet in freshers’ week aren’t necessarily going to be your best friends for life. I don’t even remember half the people I met! The same goes for your flatmates. Unfortunately, I had very little connection with most of them because I am, what I have termed, a ‘day dweller’ and they were ‘night dwellers’. Meaning, I liked to sleep at night and party hard during the day while they were the opposite. In fact, one of the only people I’m still close with after freshers’ I am now living with, and I refer to her as my husband because we bicker like a couple. But, again, that friendship took effort (and a whole Easter holiday together). I met all of my best friends through my friends I knew from school and we couldn’t be a closer bunch. When I started university, I was determined to be independent and establish my own group all by myself but I think this is what caused me to struggle so much – I had cut myself off from everyone I know. If there is one lesson you can learn from me it is that you should maintain the relationships you already have; I probably wouldn’t still be at Exeter without my school friends.

Lastly, money-wise, I have a few tips to share. I learnt from the best; my Exeter parents, (what I call my friends), have shown me all their tricks to eating and living cheaply. The pound shops in Exeter (and they are abundant) should become your best friends – there is nowhere else on the planet you will find Maryland cookies for 29p! Also, I have lived off the basics ranges from all the supermarkets and have not, as yet, caught food poisoning. Some of it is actually pretty tasty. I recommend Tesco’s onion and garlic pasta sauce (with some bacon, if you have the cash to spare.) I have a weakness for Sainsbury’s Taste the Difference sausages, but if I can resist so can you! In our flat we like to batch cook our meals and freeze them, and if you do it right (unlike me who ended up eating chilli every night for two weeks) you can happily feed yourself for up to a month. This is really handy over exam season (or when you eventually catch freshers’ flu) and you just can’t be bothered to cook.

That’s it, I think. Hopefully I have helped you on your adventure through university. Remember to embrace every opportunity, and good luck!

That “What Am I Doing With My Life?” Feeling

Have you ever had that thought whilst watching some young child genius on the TV, who can recite Pi to a billion decimal places whilst playing Bach as a warm up before they cure cancer, that you’ve seriously been underachieving in your life? That your whole life up until this present point has somehow been wasted? Moreover, you feel like you were never likely to be that successful at such a young age and probably never will be; this kid is 5 and already has surpassed your life’s expectations. A depressing thought, I know, and I’m sorry about that. I’ve been having this feeling recently myself. A friend of mine just went traveling around Europe for a month. Another has an amazing internship lined up. An old school friend is engaged and just bought a house. I’m not in the least bit jealous of the last friend – the thought of a mortgage and a marriage is enough to scare the pants off me. Nevertheless, what all three of my friends have in common is that they are pursuing their respective dreams. My dreams seem permanently on hold and stagnating right now; I feel like I’m constantly waiting for them to come into fruition, appearing before me in a puff of smoke. When the opportunities do come about I chicken out – the reality is almost too much to handle and I get scared!

What I really want to do is travel but the biggest barrier for me is money. Having not worked before this summer and not receiving any money from my parents, the balance in my savings account has been sitting at a big fat zero. The job should sort this problem out but there is a small voice in my head (probably my mother’s) telling me I should be saving it for a rainy day. What if something happens? What if my laptop breaks? What if I need a little extra rent money? These are all valid concerns but they are by no means reasons to stop me! My plan was to take a study abroad year in Germany – so committed was I that I’ve been on Duolingo (almost) every day to get my German up to scratch and I’m even taking modules in the language next year. This seems to be a more stable way to travel; movement is limited to one city but I’d have accommodation for the year and I’d get to study in my own language (thank goodness! I struggle enough arguing in English – I don’t know how I’d cope in German considering I can’t even order a cup of tea yet.) But, lo, I have almost chickened out again! “Don’t I want to graduate with all my friends?” I have asked myself, “What if I become isolated and depressed again?” Yes, ok, the possibility of my mood dropping is a huge potential threat for me. So, what am I to do if I want to achieve my dream?

The answer is hard to swallow; you just have to DO IT. My Nan is a huge inspiration of mine. She’s not perfect, by far, but you cannot say she hasn’t had an exciting life. Apparently, she was set up on a date by Harrold MacMillan! In a way, she is everything I aim to be: independent, free-spirited, and adventurous. She’s been all over the world and has amazing stories to tell because of it, and the reason she was able to go out and do all these things is because she took huge risks. She leapt head-first into every situation and because of this she is able to look back with a sense of pride. Stepping outside your front door every day is a huge risk, in a sense, so why should it stop me from going further away from home? So, long story short, ignore your inhibitions (I never paid much attention to my mum’s warnings when I was little anyway), take risks, and pursue dreams at all costs.

Why do all career paths feel like Cardiac Hill?

This summer is all about jobs for me. “Are you going on holiday?” my friends ask. *Chuckle* Not likely! First, I had to set myself up for the 3 months I am away from university. To be quite honest, I was in desperate need for the money – I cannot live off my ‘home-made’ chilli con carne every day for another year. But this wasn’t my true intention; what I really wanted a job for was to get out of the house. I catch cabin fever very quickly when I’m at home because, unfortunately, my home has never felt like ‘home’. I used to live in a beautiful town called Tunbridge Wells; my friends would remind me that while I lived there I couldn’t wait to get away from it but anything is better than the suburban, white picket fences that are closing in on me now. So, to Tunbridge Wells I had to go, to reclaim my new found adult-independence and freedom (but also to earn some money to buy a Nerf gun so I can shoot my new house mates in September.)

I was lucky to find a job quickly; last year I was still searching in August. My parents seemed to put a lots of pressure on me to get a job both this year and last; they don’t seem to understand that you can’t just walk into a place and get hired. The career climate is not beneficial for us students at the minute if you’re only looking for temporary work, moreover, the competition is fierce. I would tell you not to be disheartened if you are looking for work over the summer – right now is not our time. But, what I’ve found to be the most effective method is printing off copies of your CV (I handed out about 25 this year) and hand them to employers in person. This way you get to make an immediate good impression that can’t be received in the same way through paper or a computer screen. Also, try to make yourself as available and flexible as possible; employers are looking for employees to fit their needs, and they may be reluctant to fit to yours.

My working hours currently are scattered all over the month and so I’m luckily left with a few days free here and there. During these times I’m trying to work on my future career path, looking up internships, trying to build a résumé, and catching odd opportunities where and when I see them. Deciding what you want to do with your life is hard. Full stop. Am I certain on what I want to do? Hell no! When I was in reception I wanted to be a witch, just like Hermione Granger, and everyone laughed at me. The memory still stings a little bit because I was always told I could be whatever I wanted to be and growing up you realise that, really, this isn’t true. The more decisions you make the more you narrow down your options without realising; I wanted to be a doctor in year seven but that’s no longer possible because I’ve been focused on humanity subjects since GCSE.

It’s scary and I’m currently on the brink of an existential crisis. But if there is one thing a philosopher is good at it is just accepting, even revelling, in the chaos. A friend of mine once repeated some advice her mother gave her: if you do something you love then you will never have to work a day in your life. This seems ideal! I don’t want to work at all really – in an ideal world I’d stay at university for the rest of my life, keep doing degrees, pile up a student loan I’ll never pay back, and die a poor but well-educated woman. Unfortunately, the system doesn’t work like that so I have to think about what else I’m passionate about. I love writing, reading, drawing, photography, and most other creative pursuits. So here was my answer: I have to work in a field where I’m constantly creating something.

Therefore, in my days off work, I am trying to constantly create things. Writing, drawing, reading and editing – as much as I can. The more ‘work’ I do the more experience I gain and the more I have to show off when someone decides they might want to employ me. This is my advice to those of you who don’t know what to do with your life: find what your love and keep doing it over and over, more and more. If you get sick of it, then you probably shouldn’t make a career of it, but if it just makes you thirsty to do more then you’re on to a winner.

Honesty is the Better Policy

Today I have been trawling through a paper for my philosophy of film class wittily titled, Is Realism Really Bad for You? A Realistic Response. The aim of the paper is to show that people who are honest with themselves and under no illusions about themselves are better off than those that are deluded and living in denial. I couldn’t help but think recently about how many lies I’d told to myself and to other people who are concerned about me. I was under the illusion that telling people “I’m fine” and “everything is ok” was somehow the right thing to do. It doesn’t feel like an outright lie, but what I have sneakily coined a ‘half-truth’, since nothing is wrong that warrants talking about. I have also developed a bad habit of hiding when I’m upset unless someone asks me specifically whether something hurt my feelings. So, despite all these habits, I am going to be somewhat hypocritical and defend why honesty is the better policy.

  1. When people find out that you lied or hid something they feel hurt

My best friend was crushed that I had kept something to myself for eleven months, more or less. I didn’t think it was a big deal but when people care for you greatly your pain can almost be adopted by another person – they feel it too which, of course, is what empathy is all about. I feel almost selfish now. Even trying to protect someone in this way ends up hurting them more. You tend to forget that people can look after themselves – it is not our job to shelter them all the time – and friends are there for the good times but especially the bad.

  1. Deceiving yourself stops you from getting help

This quite often leads to things getting worse, even out of hand. I tell myself, “I’m coping; I’m dealing with it” when the situation is out of control. Sometimes what I need is someone to step in, maybe give me a little shake by the shoulders and say “GET IT TOGETHER!” or something a little bit wiser. A problem shared is a problem halved after all but, understandably, we fear burdening others. Although, you might be surprised to find out:

  1. People actually enjoy hearing about your problems

I thought these people were nutcases at first. Who would want to take on the burden of other people’s issues? Well, actually, it is a therapy for other people in itself. When my friend came down to visit she unleashed a torrent of problems upon my already over-burdened conscience and I couldn’t help but smile as I listened (which, I realise, makes me sound like a somewhat unhelpful friend). It’s reassuring to know you are not the only one with issues! It also seems to give you strength to comfort someone else but also friends (good ones, at least) reciprocate that care, and comfort you too.

If you think about it in terms of probability, the more people you open up to the more likely you are to find a golden-nugget piece of advice which just sorts everything right out. Also, the more times you share your problem the smaller it becomes if we take the ‘a problem shared’ premise to be true. Having reached this small epiphany that lies are not the solution to my problems I am making it a late resolution to be honest about how I’m feeling. I get sick sometimes just talking about my problems – it’s tiring and dull – but being open about them will help me to overcome them and I can then move on to more exciting things, stories of which I will be bursting to tell my friends.

A Game of Dates

To prepare myself to write this post I am listening to the Beatles – nobody knows love like the Beatles – and I feel some preparation is necessary here because talking about affairs of the heart does not come naturally to me. More than this, I loathe writing about it because it only reminds me of cringe-worthy articles in women’s magazines. But love is an inescapable and enjoyable experience for all human beings and so I think a few words should be spent talking about it, especially in the run up to Valentine’s Day, but also with this massive change in the rules of the dating game since secondary school.

I grew up with ‘Friends’ as my educational source for adult life and what I’ve noticed is that relationships seem to have moved towards the adult ‘realm’ or ‘style’ called ‘dating’ that Rachel and others always seemed to be doing. For me, this is completely alien. I was used to a system where you were ‘asked out’ (one of the bizarrest phrases in human history) by a boy/girl and that was it – you were an item. You tended to label yourselves boyfriend/girlfriend from the off and monogamy was generally assumed. Here, at university, the old system has gone out the window. You can technically ‘date’ (also a strange and vague term) multiple people without causing offense and there are generally stages of seriousness (I have one friend with a hot chocolate stage; I’m not sure what this means but, for me, anything with chocolate is serious business). You might work up towards becoming someone’s boyfriend/girlfriend eventually, although I couldn’t tell you how.

To conclude the sociological-style analysis, I really don’t like this new style. Maybe I’m just being conservative of my secondary school principles surrounding love but what doesn’t sit with me well is the lack of clarity in the new system. Perhaps it reduces the chance of being rejected straight from the off, although this benefit doesn’t outweigh the awkwardness you might have to suffer later. Nobody wants to ask someone if they can call them their significant other (the fear, I guess, is that your feeling may appear too strong and creepy) and, to a far greater extent, nobody wants to ask someone if they are seeing other people or even to stop seeing other people. At least the old system avoided this – we had clarity – even if you suffer some embarrassment along the way. So, what I want to say to all the forlorn and heart-sick students is to reject the system, revolutionise and ask that 3 month long crush to be your girlfriend if you are like me and hate the ambiguity.

I’ve learnt a great deal more about affairs of the heart since being at the university just by studying my two best friends (whom I call my Exeter parents). They are an exemplar for me when it comes to relationships and I think what makes them so strong is the fact that they are each other’s best friends. This doesn’t mean ‘hit on your existing friends’ (that seems to be a quick way to lose them) but your significant other should become your best friend as you get to know them. In the meantime, while you wait for your best friend to walk into your life, enjoy your crushes. Having a crush on someone is the only enjoyable pain I have ever experienced! It’s nice just to like someone from afar without the pressure of waiting for them to fall in love with you. I have a crush, I can admit that to you freely because I’m not entirely sure he even remembers who I am, and I am enjoying the heartache while I listen to soppy songs. Maybe I’ll ‘ask out’ my crush if I get brave enough but I won’t let my feelings consume me because that is how to get hurt – we fill ourselves with affection for another person and when those sentiments aren’t returned, that’s when we experience rejection.

As a last note, celebrate your singledom. You may think that people might think there is something wrong with you if you are single but this is not the case. It just suits some people. Being in a relationship is never a necessity. What always brings a smile to my face is the thought of how much money I save not buying presents for someone else (which can now go on chocolate)!

The Keyboard is Mightier than the Sword

I have been contemplating recently (considering the effects of the Charlie Hebdo attacks and to a far lesser extent my last post) about the impact of non-verbal human communication meaning writing, drawing, music, art, theatre and even just body language. Words and pictures can produce a greater reaction sometimes than what we say to each other and for that reason they are powerful tools – tools for positive change if we use them correctly.

My aim in writing myself, however, is not to empower the average person protesting but to express my newfound appreciation and value in writing. What I have learnt over the Christmas holidays is that not only is writing making changes in the world around us but within ourselves also. I’m very fond of writing letters for this very reason; when I am worked up about something they help me clear my thoughts and organise them coherently so I can understand clearly what I’m feeling (and whether those feelings are justified.) They also give me time to choose my words carefully because, as I have learnt from studying English and painfully analysing author’s words in minute detail, they can have a huge influence on the overall effect of what you’re writing. When I’m writing to myself I need time to select the word that most accurately describes my emotion because pinning and encapsulating such an abstract thing in language is cathartic in some way. Even now I’m picking my words tentatively to explain to you this experience, but I fear I might not be doing a good job!

When I write to somebody else, on the other hand, the words are also cherry picked not necessarily to express how I feel but in the best way to make them understand, empathise, or react. Let me give you an example and I can hope that clears things up. Someone I used to know said some things to me that were quite hurtful and I didn’t think it was fair of them to make the excuses that they did. It made me so angry that I just couldn’t let it go! I felt like I wanted some kind of justice or justification for what they said – so I wrote them a letter. Without sending it and capturing all my thoughts on that page, the anger went away. But it seemed to me the letter must be sent otherwise this person may say the same thing to someone else and, to my surprise, they were completely apologetic. It was a small win but one that made such a difference to my mood. The key here was not sending them hate-mail (no matter how tempting it is at the time – and, believe me, it is hard to stop yourself going on a mad rant) but manipulating your words to make them understand.

So here is my real message to you students: write more! You don’t have to write letters but a diary would do. If you’re feeling brave enough for the public to peep into your private life then keep a blog. Some people find writing to strangers oddly liberating – I know I do. Also, be careful of those words of yours. How many times have we been in arguments where we have said something hurtful or something we didn’t mean? Writing allows us to blow off steam or say what we really want to express without hurting anyone. Being a student is stressful enough as it is!

Dealing with Uni-blues and Depression

I’m going to let you in on a little known secret; most of the people around you, who appear perfectly cheerful, are probably not happy. Depression and sadness at university is surprisingly common and I find that pretty scary. We’re young, we’re away from home and we are frighteningly vulnerable out here in the ‘big, bad world’. I’m very passionate to write about this (a) because I am going through my own phase of depression and (b) it genuinely worries me that other people out there are feeling the same way but don’t know how to get help. Part of the problem is that sometimes, when we recognise something is wrong, we actually don’t want help. I have been quite cruel to people recently who want to help me because it feels like I’m just being heartlessly and robotically fixed and what I want is someone to listen to me. When they listen to me I then get upset with the poor ears I have been torturing for not helping me. I get stuck in a vortex of self-pity, unable to escape, only falling further and further into reclusion and feeling increasingly more sorry for myself.

I’m admitting this because I know that there are others like me out there and if you are anything like me you will be in denial or think you can fix yourself; it’s just time. The amount of times I have been told to give it more time! This is logically absurd for many reasons; depression itself doesn’t just go away on its own, neither do the things that cause depression. You could give a monkey hitting keys at random on a typewriter an infinite amount of time and he could very possibly write Shakespeare but his sadness at being kept in captivity would not go away. This is because problems need to be resolved because humans are problem-solving beings by nature. The first and most important step is reaching out and to the right people – for me, this was my Dad. I tried talking to my boyfriend at the time and I had the same issue of loathing talking to him because he tried to fix me (which may well be a widespread, male problem and we can forgive them for that – they have our best interests at heart.)

I really needed a listening ear so I did one of two things; I emailed my personal tutor and I made an appointment with my GP. People sometimes forget that personal tutors can offer pastoral care too – my tutor seems to be encouraging me to pick up a language with his suggestions of going to a French-speaking part of Canada for my year abroad or his idea of reading German philosophy in its original language. His advice seemed to be to remain social. He asked if I’d joined many societies, I had only a few so I joined more. I spent more time at my friends’ flat and have since been adopted as ‘honorary flatmate’. These are great short-term pick-me-ups because they feel great for the time you aren’t alone but I found that as soon as I went home and was alone in my room my thoughts went to dark places. At my lowest point I didn’t see any point in being at university, I was lost and felt directionless in my future and even struggled to see what I had worth living for.

This is where the doctor can provide a longer-term solution. At home in Kent I went to my GP and got referred to counselling which was really beneficial and so I paid a visit to my doctor at the Student Health Centre here at Exeter. He was unexpectedly friendly! When I think ‘doctor’ (apologies to all the med-students) I think quite cold and rushed people who are always busy but the human-touch made all the difference to me that day. He couldn’t help me much but pointed me to Wellbeing Services across from the health centre which was all I needed – a nudge in the right direction. Unfortunately, the list for counselling seems never ending but this is not to dishearten you. It shows just how valuable the service is and just how many people are in the same boat, so I would stick with it.

I would not consider myself depressed now and that’s why I feel like I can give this advice with confidence. There are many other things which also help with dealing with depression: firstly, don’t forget your old friends – my best friend from school lives in Bath now and I didn’t think I could talk to her because I wasn’t sure if we were still best friends which, of course, is daft. She will always be my closest friend – I mean, for a short time, I owned her soul (I literally won it in a bet). Just because someone isn’t there in person doesn’t mean they can’t ‘be there’ for you over the phone or skype. Secondly, as clichéd as it sounds, keep a diary. This is actual advice from the before mentioned best friend. You’re not some sad, pre-teen girl for writing down your feelings but instead a deeply emotional and engaged writer to yourself. I have twice written letters to myself because I find, in-between highs and lows, I completely forget what triggered my last cycle of happiness or sadness. I call it emotional-amnesia. Also, writing to yourself can feel very silly and I complain, in my writing, that I sound like my mum. I thus offend myself and have a good giggle. I would also advise calling your parents. My Dad has become a best friend to me through sharing my problems and he gives me fantastic advice having so much more life experience. He also complains about work which puts essays and exam deadlines into prospective. He advised that I take a book and read in a public space which, although it made me feel self-conscious, was liberating (especially as it was a rather raunchy book about a monk who is tempted by a woman masquerading as a monk in training – called The Monk by Matthew Gregory Lewis.)

I realise that I can list all these tips and you are unlikely to want to use them because when you are down motivation is the hardest thing. I quite often feel like Joseph Gordon-Levitt in (500) Days of Summer, switching the alarm off at 7am but staying in bed, going to the corner shop in just a bathrobe to buy junk food and yelling bitterly at happy couples walking down the road. It is the numb feeling which it is the hardest; you feel absolutely apathetic towards everything. The emotion can be summed up pretty much as ‘meh’. It’s a grey/beige feeling of impartiality towards the whole world and it prevents us doing things but I really have no solution to this. I find those moods tend to come and go but a woman (who happened to have the same bag as me, although this is irrelevant) once told me to remember my values. I value altruistic human beings and the want to be a good person motivates me to be a good friend, a spectacular role-model to my baby sister but also (hopefully) an inspiring writer. What is the point in doing something if you can’t do it for some good?

I hope you have found something that helps you here (if so, Achievement Unlocked!) but here are some websites that I might point you to if not:

Samaritans
University of Exeter’s Wellbeing Services
The Student Room – Depression
University of Exeter’s Mood Disorders Centre
Exepose article – Your own worst enemy? Dealing with mental illness at university

All’s Fair in Love and War

Today was the day of the Fresher’s Fair and I sensed (but also I was clued in by the fact that the ATM’s apparently ‘run out on days like today’) that – in my brain’s own words – “something crazy is about to go down.” And it didn’t disappoint. I deliberately put off going until mid-to-late afternoon hoping the swarms of people would have died down, but I made a fatal miscalculation. Since most students would have been out drinking the night before (while I was happily marathoning ‘Hannibal’ and avoiding fresher’s flu which has already infected 2 of my roommates) they wouldn’t be conscious until 1pm the following day, and not stumbling onto campus until 2pm. So when I arrived at 2:30pm, skipping along to find a society to join, I got swept into a lazy wave of freshers.

I come from a town called Tunbridge Wells where a lot of the population walk around like Londoners, constantly rushing for some train somewhere, and so I’m used to that stream of people not the occasional dawdlers at the fair who would stop in the most inconvenient places. As a philosophy student I feel like I should have more patience but when I have a goal or place to be I’m like a moving train with no brakes – I can’t be stopped.

Also, the Tunbridge Wells girl has a browsing technique when we shop; we don’t stop moving unless something catches our eye, even then it is to a suitable location so as to not be an inconvenience to others, but at all other times we ‘scan’ and pan round with our eyes. The technique doesn’t seemed to have infiltrated the south west so I’m having to adjust and acclimatise in this new environment. I came out successful, however, with some free packets of Haribo and my memberships to the creative writing and philosophy societies.

From what I’ve heard it’s standard procedure to oversubscribe, join more societies than you’re able to attend and end up dropping most of them so I took the opposite approach. ‘Less is more’ but that phrase has always been lost on me – surely more is more, and less is less? They’re binary opposites, right? I think undersubscribing is perhaps a better technique because that way you don’t spend out for clubs you won’t attend also I’m (pretty) sure you can still join later in the term.

I actually put a lot of thought into my choice. I wanted something social where I could meet like-minded people, so sport was out of the question for me being neither sporty nor a team player. I also thought ahead as to how the societies can help me in my future. Philosophy Soc will help me with my degree and I’m hoping Creative Writing Soc will carry me through after that when I become a struggling writer (my ideal career being like Ross and his music in ‘Friends’ to which Phoebe described him as ‘not appreciated in his own time.’) I’m also hoping that with the extra time I might get some of this book written which I’ve been planning for about 2 years. It is currently only 4 pages long but my procrastination skills have come along in leaps and bounds those 2 years!

Finding Your Kin and the Fear of Being Alone

I’m writing this at 8:23pm when most freshers right now are probably at the pub. I would much rather be at the campus cinema watching ‘X-Men’ but I’ve opted for a night in…on my second day…the reason being that I don’t want to go alone. The fear is judgement. That I might look sad going to watch a movie by myself. The catch is that I very well might find my kin when I am there, my fellow nerd girls and scifi lovers which, in the long run, could mean I might not go alone to the next film. Dare I say it, I might make friends! But I know I’m not the only one who’s feeling lonely. Fresher’s Week is a time for socializing which can be hard if you have what I call a ‘fantastic personality’ (i.e. you’re a bit weird.) My friends and I were extremely close when I left my secondary school and so I’m finding it harder than most to reach out to new people. Rejection is another factor that scares the pants off of all of us.

Nevertheless, I have learnt much and you too, padawan, can learn from my example. A friend told me before I got here to say “YES!” to everything and try as much as you can. My advice is both similar and different (yes, I realise that is a contradiction) and say yes to the things you will really enjoy but more than that you ought to follow through with that yes. If you’ve circled the heavy metal society in your booklet then actually go! Do not let the fact that your mates/flatmates/mates you made on the Facebook fresher’s group don’t want to go prevent you from checking it out. Me? I’m an amateur scifi fan so I popped down to the scifi society taster session. I procrastinated, telling myself that if I couldn’t find the place I would turn back but eventually I persisted and found the group. What I found there was more precious to me than the last packet of cookies in the cupboard – Fannibals or, for those of you that don’t know, Hannibal fans. I had finally found my kin. If only I had been wise enough to gather numbers so I could find a cinema buddy! Alas!

My second piece of advice is pacing. This lesson I have learned today when I went back and forth from campus to my halls in-between events, totalling an hour and a half walking time today. I have no idea what I was thinking when I decided to walk back a fourth time to see this film! Also, I realise that walking home alone in the dark for the third time this week might be pushing my luck. The tiredness is kicking in and now I have very little enthusiasm for anything. A pearl of wisdom from my boyfriend today: take a book. Sitting on the grass reading while you wait for the next event doesn’t look sad or lonely but sophisticated and someone very well might come up to so and ask what you’re reading. Ta-dah! Insta-friend!