In April this year I went down to London for a month of work experience in journalism. A required part of my MA course, I went to the capital for two separate placements during which I was privy to the goings-on at the features desks across four women’s magazines. As you might expect from being the ‘workie’ in the office, my experience was incredibly varied – I’d go as far as to say I went through the motions quite a bit.Continue reading “7 things I learned as a ‘workie’”
It’s been a while since I last wrote one of these. Over a year if we’re counting. But hello, hola, bonjour, etc. The blog is back!
If you’ve read my latest year abroad post, you’ll know that the last couple of months have been really busy what with university and visits and Easter. Due to this, I had no time for last month’s roundup, but here’s a double whammy of March and April for you.
Two months down which means the second attempt at a blog post like this. February has been busy, especially with my 5-day trip home mid-way through and sorting out timetables and classes for my second semester at Spanish university. But of course, with this being a round-up, I should probably just get on with it…
Hey everyone! This is a new kind of post I’m trying out, so please bear with me. A month can encompass a heck of a lot of stuff, and given how January has felt like the longest month on record, there has been a lot to talk about. This series is basically a summary of things I’m listening to, reading, watching and loving, being as sadly I don’t really have the time to review everything individually. Here we go.
It’s the middle of July. University finished a month ago and I have no classes again until September when I move to Spain. Naturally, I have found myself going through somewhat of a lull. Apart from shifts at Lush, my life mainly consists of Netflix marathons, late nights and lots of coffee – I can’t remember the last time I read something or did something that truly made me think or feel productive. That is, until this past week or so.
Whenever we visit my grandfather, there’s the potential he may be having an ‘off day’. If and when this is the case, my father may say to me, ‘I hope I’m in the ground before I ever get like that’. But what is ‘that’ exactly? For the most part, he means being diagnosed with dementia, which my paternal grandmother also suffered from for a number of years. Being unable to remember your friends, your family and even yourself the further along this disease grabs you can be totally distressing, both to experience and to witness, so I can understand his mentality.