“What are you going to do with that after Uni?” A look into the age-old question asked at every family gathering since the beginning of time.

Like many, I noticed the hurdles that university forces you to face from the get-go. Moving away from your parents, living with strangers, waking up for 9am starts; yet the hardest part of all, before it has even started, is thinking about what comes after.

If you have a family anything like mine (don’t worry – I have had enough conversations from my panicked peers to realise I am not alone), you will have received that lecture from a family member on a birthday, that you didn’t know existed in march, asking for a blueprint of what you want to do after Uni.

“Urm”, “eh”, “ah”.

You’re now a week in, the words of Auntie Dawn fade to the back of your mind, you are figuring out just how much freedom you actually have.

You realise that there are a lucky few who have a clear idea of what they intend to use their degree for, but also discover that there are many who have a passion for their subject but don’t know how to put the metaphorical pen of wisdom onto the blank canvas of the ‘grown up world’.

“…erm, maybe I should start to think about it.”

It is hard enough asking a question sometimes, let alone when you don’t know how to it and have no idea as to what you want to answer to be. Most universities, mine included, love a brightly coloured poster and a flurry of emails documenting events that can provide you with ‘valuable’ experiences.

Despite any scepticism as to how useful they may be for you, they hang in your head.

I feared trying to answer the rhetorical questions splattered over the brightly coloured paper in even more striking ink. Then I realised how irrational my fear was, I didn’t have to know what I wanted to gain experience in – that’s the point of it all.

“Aren’t there people to help you with that?”

If you are as lucky as I am there are people dedicated to helping you figure out what is best for you, giving you options and guiding you through. I didn’t use it, I found someone better. Myself.

Read the posters, step outside, smell the coffee, sing the clichés; the best way to find out what you want to do is by doing something different.

I even enjoyed it.

University is the perfect platform to make discoveries, talk to people and find out who you really are. When you know, you’ll know where the path will take you next.

“So, when are you going to find time to do that then?”

1st, 2nd or 3rd? Cut the stress, there is no prize for who finishes first on the podium. The stigma that denounces many from taking internships or volunteering because you are ‘only’ a first-year or ‘already’ a third-year student is rubbish.

There is no need to rush. Use the time you have a no-interest overdraft, no commitments and as many lay-in’s as you want to figure out what you want from university. Well as long as it doesn’t clash with your important sleep schedule.

After all, maybe all the “erm”, “uh” and “ah”’s were just much needed moments to pause and think. When you answer as to whether or not any of the experiences have been useful, yes or no, all experience is beneficial. Best of all, most of it is free.

Well almost best, you will also be able to tell Auntie Dawn that she shouldn’t have questioned you.


…with Creative Writing

I chose my degree on a bit of a whim. I have always loved books, in particular the context in which they were written, both in terms of its literary sphere and social situation.

Because of this, the university I chose to attend seemed perfect (I will keep it anonymous for now, I can’t promise I will follow through with the blog just yet). However, I took a minor degree to accompany English Literature on a complete whim.

As a result I feel as though I am majorly underqualified to be on this course, my contemporaries definitely hold a lot more tools in their arsenal than I do.

But why not? I don’t get particularly self conscious so may as well have some form of platform to publish my endlessly negative rambles.

I write with a negative lens, but believe in an optimistic outcome.


As someone who really enjoys wasting the entirety of my student loan on £12 gig tickets. Spending hours navigating rough areas of London in search of dimly lit rooms, the ones guarded by a huge security guard who is bewildered by the amount of brightly coloured hair he/she has seen whilst stamping wrists.

Yeah. I like music and I wanna write about it.


Terrace Chants: Father Wenger

Arsene Wenger is like a father to many people like me, a father that once took us to LegoLand and has promised, but failed, to take us back since.

This is going to be bias.

At 19 years old my love for Arsenal has always been fused with my idolisation of Arsene Wenger. Growing up with Arsenal, the reign of Wenger has always been an unchallenged monarchy – a new dynasty driven by an intricate passing game, highlighting the aesthetic element of the game.

Watching players, leaders such as Viera and Henry spearhead a unit of players – all responsive, dedicated –  who return to their dressing room after 45 minutes and listen to the breakdown and wisdom of the gaffer. The lessons of half time were physically written on the pitch.

I’m not saying we aren’t capable of learning now, but being 2 – 0 down to Watford, at home, watching the lacking response laced with very little passion is the most frustrating part of watching Arsenal this season.

With players like Alexis Sanchez wasting his energy on over-dramatic body language, appearing to feel as though they are bigger than the club, I have to question how much control does Wenger has over the dressing room.

I have all the time in the world for the young players, the world-class players, the essential players in our team. I have no time for no heart. I want them to want it as much as I want them to want it.

15/02/2017 – Bayern Munich 5 – 1 Arsenal.

Maybe its time to move out of Dad’s house.


One of the things that I have always been fearful of is presenting my work to people on the outside, those who aren’t in my bubble.

Why? Why not?

I plan on collecting all the thoughts, opinions and random spouts of information I collect in this sieved mind of mine and blurt them onto this platform.

I hope this works.

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