Busy busy

The votes for the new SU team close tomorrow and it’s been one hell of a roller coaster week…

A lot of plotting at our favourite watering hole for the campaign team and hopefully tomorrow I can happily reveal our fabulous candidate!

Keep your fingers crossed, I might have to cross my toes too…

‘Til tomorrow, keep it shiny.

Democracy in action

Starting today elections open for next year’s SU staff! It’s been a while since I last posted since I’ve been hard at work on a friends campaign (I’m not allowed to tell you which one but if he wins I’ll certainly make a scene on here).

This will be your annual chance to make a real difference to the way that the University funds your course, as well as other important things such as the cost of library fees and the chances of another bar on campus! Even if you don’t go looking for candidates chances are that they will find you…

The key thing to remember is simply this: like any other election, if you chose not to vote you’re simply throwing your voice away for another year. And you can’t complain if the person who gets in does things you don’t like since you haven’t tried to support anyone else.

One other exciting thing; we’re using AV! Suck on that Tories.

‘Til next time folks!

It’s too early…

But such is the price you have to pay for interests outside of your course. This morning I’m up for another slot on the uni radio station, which is always good fun if ill-timed!

In literature related news, this week saw a limited number of students off on a field trip to Wordsworth’s house. Exciting events of this trip included an extremely nouty woman who got angry when we tried to enjoy tea and biscuits and a useless guide who forgot the correct term for a cupboard and called it a “coal-hole”. Hilarity ensued. The trip was, of course, not intended to be a study of the more peculiar specimens in academia but an aid to the Order and Chaos module. I’m not sure what we learned on that front apart from the Coleridge was a pushy so-and-so and made inconvenient house calls without warning, oh and Wordsworth was very unimaginative with pet names!

Ah well, it was a fun day out with the wonderful staff and involved singing on a bus, so definitely not a day wasted! Especially not since we found a lovely pub to escape the rain in…

Viva la reading week!

Holy verbose blog Batman!

It’s that time of year when all of the third years you know are off to start their adult lives, searching for jobs, crying over masters or PGCE places, stating last minute graduation dares…

It’s all resulted in a big mixture of of emotions, as volatile as Perry and sugar turned out to be, and I’m going to miss them all. So here’s a small space to say heartfelt commiserations to my dear friend who lost out on the PGCE this year, and a massive, squeaing, congratulations to my equally dear friend who got a job at Pixar!

That said, all this moving on does make you think about you’re options. As aware as I am that I still have another year of safe, cosy degree left to complete, it seems an appropriate time to have a peek out into the big bad world at the options. My findings are this; there are no options, the real world is scary, I want to be in full time education forever, and it’s incredibly appealing to blame the Tories even though they didn’t start this spiral into graduate hell.

However, there is hope! People are getting jobs this year, I have another year to wait which may see some recovery and you, lucky prospective (or perhaps by now even definite) students have a whole 3 years before you have to enter the fray! We can all drink a toast to that I think.

This all came to mind because I have found another job which I could do and not hate, considering that the government has a recruitment freeze, large swathes of the publishing industry ditto, and games are a hard business to get into to begin with… But what about cartoons? I love cartoons, who doesn’t?

And where else do you get to write things like this:

“Have a face full of Science, you great lummox!”

Worth every word to lead up to that in a way that fits my job description. Chow!

Buzzkill…

Tonight (or this morning) I am far from impressed. So I have decided to bring you an early morning quick tip… If there’s something happening in a society that you belong to that you don’t like, make your voice heard and change it! It doesn’t matter whether or not you have a title, if you’re part of a society then you have the right to a say in how it operates.

Democracy ftw. (For the win, less interweb fluent readers)

Also, I haveĀ  a presentation in 6 hours. Eep.

Travel to play

Ohhhh my it has been a while since I last posted!

The reason for this is simple; life is hectic and mad! Two more assignments before Christmas to get done, but they’ve been nice and spread them out one a week so very much do-able.

Hope anyone who listened in to our Punk/Rock Mixer on L:39 Radio enjoyed it, and actually because of the radio this blog is actually being typed up to Cotton Eyed Joe which is pretty Epic.

This weekend I was off in the lovely city of Cardiff indulging in nerdy behaviour of the most dire kind… Which was really fun and definitely a needed break from panicked reading and writing. I had a snake that could speak and read books while we all discussed what to do next, I wish he was real so he could do my assignments. Clever snake.

But seriously, I am quite clear about the distinction between fantasy and reality… I mean, thinking that I really was a Tiefling Sorcerer would be crazy.

 

Assignment! Cast Fireball!

A beautiful disaster

The best thing about English Literature is it’s adaptability, which is why I can chose a dissertation topic that excites me as much as this one; finding the roots of two stereotyped horror game characters. Essentially I started out knowing that games were where I wanted to go with it and thanks to incredibly helpful tutors fixed on this idea. So, despite the fact that some of them now think I’m crazy, I have a set up for starting on the 10,000 word essay next year. Yay!

Look how my research grows! Complete with quick sketches and much conjecture, this is the Wall of Dissertation!

But what started out as a fun night researching things for my dissertation with the beautiful Joseph Thomas (see the side bar for a link to his blog) ended in disaster!

Quick tip: when adding sugar to wine, use a bowl…

Musings

I think there might be something wrong with English students you know.

Love songs echo through laptop speakers everywhere you go, when a man is standing on the rooftop and just visible through a skylight in the lecture hall the eyes of every female student follow them, attractive or not…

Maybe it’s all the Romantic and Courtly Love poetry they make us read, but we’ve become a lugubrious lot. Then again, maybe it’s the 70:30 ratio of women to men at Edge Hill Uni.

Male potential students, this is a plea from the deprived women of the English department! Come to Edge Hill! Please?

For the lolz, laters.