Down Days

People who don’t know me won’t know who I am are what I look like. This is the beauty about posting online. It’s pretty much anonymous. Yes, I have a profile picture of myself on the main body of this blog and my username has my name in it, but that’s all you know really.

Photos can be very deceiving. You can see someone smiling and looking happy in a photograph but that’s just a moment in time which could easily be forced for that specific moment. I smile in photos because that is conventional. But the number of times I smile in a day can be limited. Continue reading


Third Year

You know, it really makes me wonder how some people even manage to make it to third year. I know this may sound harsh, but it’s true. I really don’t understand how some people manage to get there when they are still asking questions along the lines of:

“How do I cite this source?”

“What is the minimum word count”

“When is the essay deadline?”

It baffles me that people still don’t know this kind of basic knowledge that, you’d assume, you would have had drummed into your brain since first semester of first year (second semester, at the very latest). The fact that people are still asking questions like this is just astonishing. Continue reading

Home for the Weekend

As much as I love University and the city that I live in, sometimes all I really want – and need – is a break from it all. I moved back to my Uni house on Sunday 1st September and have managed to refrain from coming home since then. But the stress of assignments, deadlines, rehearsals, and just general life has really started to affect me over the last month or so. Also, with my forever plummeting sum of student finance getting worrisomely low, a train back home for the weekend was definitely required, if only to keep me sane or a while longer! Continue reading

Struggling to force a smile

It’s always horrible when you see someone going through a time in their life, and it’s even worse when it’s someone you really care about.

Well, that’s the situation I’m in at the moment. Life just gets so difficult sometimes and it’s hard not to let it beat you down. But it happens and when it does it’s nightmarish to try and break out of.

I just don’t know what I can do to make things right for this person. I can’t even relate to how they must be feeling right now. And it pains me that there is literally nothing I can do or say that will make their situation and less painful to live through. I just don’t know what to do! Continue reading

Shakespeare in 2013

Here is my question: Is Shakespeare relevant to the lives of people living in 2013 and beyond?

It’s always been something I’ve wondered and whether or not Shakespeare’s plays still hold relevance in today’s society. I ask this question, in particular, as it is something I need to consider when writing my dissertation (me being the idiot that I am and choosing to write about Shakespeare).

Specifically, I am looking at the how the representations of femininity are complicated in his comedy plays; case studies I’ll be looking at will include The Taming of the Shrew, A Midsummer Night’s Dream and Twelfth Night.

But, as I continue with my research, it always make me wonder whether the specific characterisations of the women represented in these plays – and even those of the men too – are actually relevant representations of people in the twenty-first century, or whether they are too dated and unrecognisable. Continue reading

‘Little Shop of Horrors’ Review


(Just as a foreword, all persons mentioned within this review shall remain anonymous out of respect and privacy reasons.)

Last night (Saturday 2nd November 2013), I went to see the student-run production of Little Shop of Horrors at the Lincoln Performing Arts Centre (LPAC). The show was directed, by one of my fellow third year Drama students who had allowed only a month for those she had cast to rehearse, choreographed, block and stage such an ambitious musical. Continue reading

Student Life

University is by far the best decision I have ever made and, if asked to make the choice again, I would choose to go all over again.

It’s quite sad to think that this is my third and final year of being a student and that this time next year I should – hopefully! – be working full-time somewhere. Where that somewhere is, however, is what I’d like to know most in particular. Continue reading