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…

Week off! Oh, wait…

It’s reading week, so curl up somewhere warm and get going!

No, I'm not really going to read all of these in a week... Already read most of them.Reading week is perhaps the most under-appreciated of bones that English students are thrown. Traditionally students will glance at the work that they have to do in the next few months, refuse to consider how many books this will require them to read and spend the first reading week of the year recovering from Halloween hangovers.

I, however, shall glance at the work I have to do in the next few months, run a quick calculation of how many books this will require, decide I can do it in a few days and read much more interesting books. Most of the books in this picture are extremely good, so consider this a recommended list! Except Stephen Donaldson, he’s rubbish.

We’re all a bad example though, and will probably all justly fail. On the other hand… Julian May is more to my taste than Shakespeare. Also, reading things not related to the course will make you a well rounded person and keep you sane (ish, this is a Literature course after all).

Next time, a look at the best thing about an English degree at Edge Hill Uni! Are you excited? You should be.

Rock/read on.