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.

Boxing Day Blues?

The panic is over! Christmas is done, Father Christmas’s guts are much diminished (if that sounds like a step too far take a look at my last post and all will become clear), and everyone has returned to their normal stations around the house.

But what does an English Lit student get for Christmas? The complete Sherlock Holmes of course! Because Benedict Cumberbatch graces our screens once more in the new year and personally I can’t wait…

Oh, also Batman, always Batman. Because everyone loves Batman (or he beats you up).

‘Til next time folks, most likely different bat-time but same bat-place!

Sleepy Char is sleepy

Mornings suck. They’re cold and grey and lonely apart from the occasional duck. If you go to them you probably haven’t slept and if you sleep you’ll probably be late or well, sleeping. I could swear that tutors deliberately put seminars in the morning so that the average student is at their weakest and most pliable…

More tea, I say!