I believe that if you see or hear something you feel is stupid, you’re contributing to it if you choose to stay silent. I have a tendency to just not shut up when it comes to issues I feel strongly about. If I hear something I believe to be ignorant and harmful, I’ll argue against it regardless of the setting or person. They’re never appropriate moments to be so mouthy, and it usually ends with other people rolling their eyes if not feeling uncomfortable, but I hope I never have to see the day where I’d rather be quiet to save awkwardness. I wish it didn’t have to be the way it is. People start to make here-she-goes noises when you launch into a new rant, and suddenly the act of defending a social minority or practise is a novelty.
I’m not out to get credit for anything; I don’t expect praise or recognition for doing the basic minimum a person should do, but it is frustrating to see showers of respect given towards the people who only speak up when it won’t cause tension. Maybe the opinion is unanimous in the group, or they know nobody too strongly opposed is listening. It’s difficult because they’re part of such a huge problem, even if unintentionally. This whole idea that it’s better to let something volatile slip because hey, it was a joke, or it might dampen the atmosphere to speak up. Ignore the fact that in order to save discomfort, you’re allowing it on a huge scale to the subject of the comment. See, you’re headstrong and confident and kind when nobody around you loses anything. Ruin the conversation, and you’re just overbearing and argumentative.
presuming I could get the emotional goodbyes out of the way early enough, and I’d have a choice when it came to how to spend the day, I think I would eat all of my favourite foods. Just sit on the sofa in the dining room, eating everything I love in front of the television. And then I’d go up for a nap when I had fifteen or so minutes left.
I have a 2000 word essay due in for 12pm today. Everybody who takes The Enlightenment has to do it, but the essay titles differ between classes because each class leader chooses a small selection to pick from for his/her students. This is what happens when you get set awful ones:
Pick easiest looking question and start writing.
Realise the most you can write only gets you to around half the required wordcount.
Start all over again with the next best one.
Realise there is only so much to say and give up halfway through.
Start the third and final one and realise you’ve finished 700 words in.
Pick up the second one and force yourself to get to at least 1800 words.
Realise 1300 words in that you have been talking absolute crap, purge the unnecessary rubbish and end up back with a fraction of the word count. Lengthy sentences, huge quotations and all.
The worst part is that there’s no false hope to fall back on. Doing the Society, Culture and Politics essay was bad enough even with the knowledge that I’d been doing similar essays throughout the previous year for my History A-Level. I’ve never done Philosophy before - I can’t kid myself that what I’m doing is right. I only have two more points to write about, and even if I completely exhaust every relevant thing possible, it’ll only push me to just over 1100 words, including my conclusion.
I would happily take the blame if it was justified, but why the hell would you ask someone to write 2000 words on Descartes and dualism referring only to his Discourse on Method? I wouldn’t have even known what that means a month ago.
I’ve never been able to place why I love Jeff Buckley’s songs. I dislike quite a few of his lyrics and I find myself rolling my eyes more often than not at some tracks, but I still think of him instantly when the topic of favourite singers comes up. I could brush him off so easily as another pretty white boy with a guitar and unnecessarily romanticised death, but it wouldn’t be right. I think it’s the sincerity. You listen to the second half of Lover, You Should’ve Come Over, and the slightly agonised voice isn’t at all theatrical or overdone; it can’t be if you can tell it’s genuine, and you can every single time it’s played.
I started out liking one song, and then another, and then another, and then too many to throw around a word like ‘coincidence’. It seems like the only thing connecting every varied item in his collection is how clearly he believes everything he does, whether they’re his own songs or somebody else’s. Maybe he didn’t, I don’t know, but it sounds like it, and every arguably trite lyric is excused because you believe it too. If not the elastic voice or the band, then his conviction. It has to be the sincerity.
My Society, Culture & Politics in Early Modern Europe seminar leader said she’d e-mail me about the coursework within the next half hour. She said that two hours ago. Surely this is reason enough to just not bother with the assignment at all?
I have an assignment due in on Friday. Jeff Buckley would have turned 45 tomorrow, and the only thing pushing me to complete every last detail of that essay is the fact I’ll have tomorrow free to Buckley spam like nothing else.
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Hello I am from the US and I want to study abroad in Colchester. How do you like it??
I really love it here. Truth be told, I think it has more to do with the people I’ve met than the actual university, but I do enjoy myself here. I’ve met several international students from the US who are really happy they’re here, if that’s anything to go off of. I’m sorry I couldn’t be more helpful, but I hope you really do consider it.
It's been one month since I moved to Colchester to start university.
This time last month - minus a few hours - Shemsa, Laura and I piled into each others’ rooms tentatively, pointing out books and DVDs we all liked and have. We’d known each other for around half an hour.
We had a little one month anniversary a few hours ago. It involved having what must have been our one millionth girly chat since October 2nd around the kitchen table (covered in sequins and decked out with some candles), and lolling about on Shemsa’s bed before dancing around my room and abusing my webcam. I’ve heard countless people talk about the friends and experiences you have at university, but I had no idea it could be this easy. I still find it a little hard to believe that after two days, I could wander out in my pyjamas and fall (ungracefully) onto a chair in the kitchen, and talk about absolutely anything with people who should have felt like strangers.
“For all the girls who think tradition should be continued, go back to the kitchen, stop having sex before you’re married, get out of school and job system, don’t have an opinion, don’t own any property, give up the right to marry who you love, don’t vote, and allow your husband to do whatever he pleases to you. Think about the meaning of tradition when you use it in your argument against us.”—Rebecca Arrellano to the girls who were against her getting crowned homecoming king (her girlfriend was crowned homecoming queen) because it went against tradition (via feministfairytale)
“Your life is not an episode of Skins. Things will never look quite as good as they do in a faded, sun-drenched Polaroid; your days are not an editorial from Lula. Your life is not a Sofia Coppola movie, or a Chuck Palahniuk novel, or a Charles Bukowski poem. Grace Coddington isn’t your creative director. Bon Iver and Joy Division don’t play softly in the background at appropriate moments. Your hysterical teenage diary isn’t a work of art. Your room probably isn’t Selby material. Your life isn’t a Tumblr screencap. Every word that comes out of your mouth will not be beautiful and poignant, infinitely quotable. Your pain will not be pretty. Crying till you vomit is always shit. You cannot romanticize hurt. Or sadness. Or loneliness. You will have homework, and hangovers and bad hair days. The train being late won’t lead to any fateful encounters, it will make you late. Sometimes your work will suck. Sometimes you will suck. Far too often, everything will suck - and not in a Wes Anderson kind of way. And there is no divine consolation - only the knowledge that we will hopefully experience the full spectrum - and that sometimes, just sometimes, life will feel like a Coppola film.”—(via wethreefossils, tothemoonandbackagain) (via wandering-eyes) (via pertainingtotheimagination) (via remember-that-feeling) (via twinkletwinklelittlecunt) (via differencebetweenus) (via darlingisthislove) (via joedoesnumbers) (via thefrozenground) (via no-hopeintheair) (via allthejaibirds)