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!

Shoes, shoes, shoooes…

I love shoes, and form unnatural attachments to my favourite pairs. I don’t care if they hurt me as long as they’re beautiful… Unfortunately Ormskirk is bad for shoes. The student house in which I currently live is two miles walk from campus (apparently, my geography isn’t great) and as you can imagine this is pretty heavy going on decorative footwear!

So I’ve had to say goodbye to many pairs of shoes over the last couple of weeks, and more will go in the next few days. But the pair that hurt the most to chuck are these;

My faithful Etnies! Beloved Etnies! Companion of a decade (not the same pair but a similar pair replaced every few years) and now dangerously broken wreck that hurt my feet! I might cry, honestly most of my happy memories are attached to a pair of these shoes.

Considering this, you may ask why not just buy another pair? Easier said than done. Also, not suitable for wear with a skirt. Talk about clown feet.

Instead, now I have these;They have white on them. They scare me slightly. Am I growing up if I can wear shoes with white on them and not feel like a traitor? It’s all very confusing. That said they do feel a tad more sophisticated than my old Etnies, as skate shoes go… They’re definitely more studenty.

Hopefully these will bear up to hiking around Ormskirk better than my old shoes! Now back to the horrible, depressing task of chucking dangerous boots…

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!

Take a breather, or not

This is supposed to be a quiet month with no assignments due in… But I have filled the time!

A proper argument is starting to form from the primordial ooze of my dissy notes, slowly but surely.

There are many interesting books to read for the rest of the semester, including some fabulous stories of the supernatural and some modern crime books (that to be honest are a bit out of my field, but hopefully live up to the excitement they’re causing with those more familiar with the authors). And how could I forget the 18th Century novels, Austen anyone?

In less academic news, my lovely partner in noise-pollution and myself will be bringing you classic rock and punk tonight at our usual time (8-10) and tomorrow, as a rare treat, we will be relaxing with a brew to the softer side of rock in the breakfast slot 12-2pm! Do you feel spoilt yet? You should. If you have any requests, or would like to join in with tonight’s feature of bands that used to be great but turned rubbish, give Chezzer and Chazzer a shout out on the L:39 radio Facebook page!

As an end note, if you have any questions about English Lit here at Edge Hill drop me a tweet or a comment and I’ll get back to you asap.

Now get back to your books! No, seriously…

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.

Madness, madness!

So it’s been a hectic few weeks back, hence the lack of blog… But things are definitely looking up since this semester it’s an end to the Gender Studies modules and off to pastures new with Writing the Supernatural and Crime Fiction. One two many comments about Benedict Cumberbatch and Robert Downey Jr for a Literature group cropped up during a discussion on Sherlock Holmes but at least no one has mentioned the frankly horrifying new set of books by the truely awful writer Anthony Horowitz.

In other exciting news, my dissertation ideas have been forced into four distinct themes with the help of one of our wonderful part-time tutors here at Edge Hill, and my personal tutor has returned from sabbatical so they have been passed over to him for inspection! He has been missed, if you do chose to continue your education at Edge Hill then you will quickly realise that the Head of First Year is also the darling of the department and the light of his students lives. And he’s been gone for a whole semester, how did we ever survive?

In less happy news, my picture for this is shocking and it looks like there’s a hole in my fringe because of the light. Not impressed.