A few years ago I wouldn’t have thought that I’ll live in London one day. When I first visited the city in 2013, I was amazed: it is huge, crowded, full of famous buildings and places, full of classic “London” things like the double-decker or the black cabs. Then, as I came here more often (after half of my family had moved here), I started to get used to things: I memorised the underground stations, I got an Oyster card, I queued for the bus… But only in August could I say that I was officially a Londoner, when I got my +44 phone number and changed my current city to London on Facebook.
So I just finished unpacking all of my bags back at my room at Woodward. After being given essentially all of the family Christmas leftovers (consisting mainly of many many boxes of crackers, at least 1.5kg of blue cheese, and a whole Christmas pudding), I had to end up bringing all of my belongings up to my room in a large gardening trolley. Still, at least that means that I will not need to buy much food for the next couple of months!
After day upon day of gorging on turkey, sitting around doing essentially nothing, and a reasonable quantity of revision and work, I think I am ready to get back to work.
This is a thorny issue, and I am not writing to argue my corner. However, I have been quite challenged by how some of the information has been presented in the press. I know that the newspaper headlines don’t represent the general public, but like many I have been saddened by the ongoing debate.
I was therefore massively encouraged to see members of the public handing out badges, flyers and information outside my placement hospital. They were not there to argue about the issue, but to provide information to fully inform the public of the facts and to show their doctors that they are valued.
Happy 2016! I hope everyone had an interesting and vaguely relaxing break.
I was actually wrong in my last blog to say that nothing particularly interesting would happen before the end of term—I ended up helping out in the Science Museum lates for Tim Peake’s launch. Some people from Astrophysics had a pop-up planetarium and an infrared camera and I entertained (and scienced) the people waiting for it by showing them how to make a spectroscope out of a DVD. (It actually works surprisingly well.)
Two years ago I won an Imperial Essay competition and part of the prize was a trip to CERN.
When I heard mid way through 2014 that Benedict Cumberbatch would be playing Hamlet at the Barbican Theatre, I thought it a dream come true, my favourite Shakespeare play, and an amazing actor (lets be honest I’ve watched 80% of the films he’s in and I died while gibbering about Sherlock and Khan and Hawking and … ok i’ll stop). There was just one, small, totally negligible point of interest… I lived in Sydney, Australia and certainly couldn’t afford to fly all the way to London to see it. In addition to that, I wouldn’t be sure of my acceptance to Imperial College until AFTER tickets went on sale, and if anything was guaranteed to sell out?
After the long night of Hogmanay light torch procession. We got back to our airbnb house. The house itself was fantastic with its prime location at city centre. It was a three-storey house and it used to be wine brewery decades ago.
On the second day, we talked along the Royal mile for the famous Edinburgh castle. But before reaching the castle, we made a short stop on the way to pay a visit to the St. Gile’s Cathedral. The cathedral dates back to 1883 and few well-knowns were buried there including John Knox and James Graham. We looked around, took some pictures, light up some candles, bought some postcards and then left.
Back to money. Warning: I’m about to go into detail of how much money I have or don’t have and where it comes from. If this seems boring, that’s because it is, but I need to rant about my own stupidity.
Background setting of sorts: As I’ve mentioned at some point already, I receive no bursaries or grants, the minimum student loan and I live in Beit. Complain complain my own fault for choosing expensive accomodatipon weep weep I know. My parents are also not super-rich; they just have a lot on paper and no-one in Student Finance cares how many people your dog eats for or how much debt you have.
So It’s nearly the end of the Christmas holiday. After staying at my room and revising for the whole day (not lying), I’ve decided to do some blogging before sleep…(or it’s because I can’t FALL ASLEEP!!!) I’m gonna write about my trip to Edinburgh over new year. This is my first trip I’ve ever took since I got to UK …and Edinburgh, undoubtedly, has become the furthest north place I’ve ever been. So many ‘firsts’ make this one of the most memorable trips I’ve ever had.
Experience on the British Railway…
I got up really early (6am) to catch the train leaving from King’s cross (7:30am).
Happy new year! And merry belated Christmas!
I hope you had a great time with your friends and family, wherever you are.
It’s just been a few days since the start of the new year and I’m excited to continue my studies here in the Spring term.
But what happened in the Autumn term?
Well, for one thing, I became an Imperial student blogger, which I’m really amped to be. I know I haven’t written as often as the other bloggers (do check their blogs out – they’re great!), but I’ve been busy.
I’m not lying. Seriously…
Alright. To be honest, I could have made some time to write a post or two.
There is one week left of the holidays (sorry medics, I know you’ve gone back already….) and I am feeling the stress. If you are studying at Imperial then there is no doubt that you had a stellar academic record before you came here. You got all of the A*s and did all of the extracurriculars and all that jazz, which is great, and you probably thought that university wouldn’t be much different. I don’t want to sound too depressing, there are many people in my year who I really admire for their intelligence and their ability to understand difficult concepts and write nuanced essays and hold down positions on various different committees.