Thursday 26 July 2012

Students: Leading a double life

I consider myself to have two lives. In one life, I reside in a semi-detached cottage in a rural village with my family, with chickens living in the garden, an overly vocal cat called Dudley and a bus on Sundays that was only introduced this year. In the other, I live in the middle of a growing city, with everything right at my doorstep, and an endless array of activities and social opportunities.

It’s the strangest sensation to come home after a semester at University, whether it’s for the Christmas, Easter, or summer holidays; or just for some light relief after exam period. You feel in limbo; it takes a while to settle back in. In my case, life slows right down. It takes three times longer to get anywhere back here; there are no lectures to go to; no meetings to run to and no deadlines. My social life is reduced, and I tend to feel restless, or at least I did in the first two years until I finally got used to it.

Allow me to briefly introduce you to my home back in Kent. I live in a small village that can only be described as, for Hot Fuzz fans, Sandford-esque. There are no murders, or warped neighbourhood watch teams, but everyone seems to know everyone’s business. It’s quiet – a far cry from being in the middle of the student-populated area of Portswood, Southampton.


The area surrounding my home village, complete with Kentish Oast Houses

However, as quiet as it is, I do really love my home. I live in the beautiful countryside, near a river and a country park, and my house has a lush green garden which is heaven to sit in on a hot sunny day. The food is better at home, naturally, with the fridge fully stocked and dinner not consisting of the same meal rotated twice a week. I am around my friends from school and, most importantly, my family.

It’s not just the alteration in location: little things change when I come back from University too. Everyone has to move out of their designated places on the sofa when we watch a film, since I’m back to take my place, à la Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory. My family must alter their routines and habits slightly too to accommodate the return of the wandering student. My room must cease to be a storage area for laundry, paperwork and lost items, and the cupboards must be restocked with numerous types of cereal (which happens to be one of my weaknesses).

Nevertheless, there are things that I have at University that home cannot provide me with: an unlimited social life, slightly more control over when and what (and how much) I eat, and the ability to do things that aren’t the norm - like staying in pyjamas all day during essay period. However, I am in no way smothered here and am given as much independence as I wish. It is the separation from the lifestyle and people that you have become accustomed to being around every day for the last year that renders you feeling limited and lost. It’s quite a shock to suddenly feel so isolated in a place that, before University, was your whole world.

I may have painted this separation in a negative light - but in reality, it’s just another part of what makes life at University so special. Your life expands, you experience new things, and opportunities pop up everywhere. I may feel slightly isolated when I first come home, but I do not feel at all trapped. It merely serves to allow me to appreciate it all the more – and gives me a chance to relax.

Many of you will be starting university in September. You will soon call university ‘home’, causing confusion in phone calls and a pang of sadness in the hearts of mothers everywhere. But it’s an exciting time. Let’s face it, once you’ve graduated and got a job you’ll probably have just one life, one routine, and one home. Make the most of the ability to come back for TLC, some home comforts and space away from the humdrum of student life, safe in the knowledge that you will soon return to that busy lifestyle and state of independence that makes University so incredible.

Joanne

Wednesday 25 July 2012

Looking back on first year: A sea of opportunities (part one)

So hopefully over the previous four posts I’ve given you a few handy anecdotes, pointers and reflections on my own personal experiences during First Year, but what did I actually DO with my time? The simple answer is: enjoy University!

I’ve already written about the vast plethora of activities you can throw yourself into, but what perhaps isn’t clear until you’re a part of them is just how much time they can eat up. I can’t recall a single week during the year where the days blurred together (well, okay, maybe exam periods!); nigh on every single day brought new opportunities, new experiences and, frequently, new people. I found sitting still to be a rarity this year – and don’t even get me started on sleep patterns and body clocks. I’ve developed the ability to fall asleep at any time under any circumstances, which isn’t such a bad skill to have sometimes!

So rather than try and write about each event individually, a task I probably wouldn’t finish before the end of next year, I’m going to try and remember as much as possible – I certainly won’t be able to recall all of it (for various reasons)! – and present them below chronologically. Southampton really is a sea of opportunities!

September:

- Moved into Montefiore 4 halls of residence.
- Attended Freshers’ Welcome Party, meeting a massive number of people I’ve not seen since.
- Cooked for myself, did laundry, and shopped for myself for the first time.
- Attended the Students’ Union (SUSU) Bunfight and Freshers’ Fayre – the latter providing me with a lunch of popcorn, candyfloss, pizza and Haribo!
- Took part in ECS’ (Electronics and Computer Science) ‘Jumpstart’ introductory programme, including enrolment, a pub quiz and an Apocalyptic Defence Plan competition – a great way to kick things off with the coursemates!
- Got the first instalment of my student loan – cha-ching!

October:

- Went along to welcoming meetings for SUSU Theatre Group (little did I know how much I’d engage with it over the year!), Showstoppers (the musical theatre society), Computer Games’ Society, ECS Society (yet more free pizza!), SuSingers choir (singing Take That’s ‘Shine’ amongst other things) and SUSUtv (the Student’s Union television station, which I also went on to do a fair bit for).
- Played Dodgeball at the introductory sessions – sadly, as it turns out, Vince Vaughn I am not!
- Started my course, completing my first assignment (81% – decent!) and getting used to the lecture style. In particular, wrote my first object-oriented programs in Java.
- Met an uncountable number of new, friendly and welcoming faces at events including ‘Wonderland’ and the Freshers’ Ball.
- Got to grips with the surrounding areas, both on nights out with the societies mentioned above, and through some good old fashioned exploration (the Uni-Link bus system is fantastic for this too!).
- Successfully auditioned for the Theatre Group’s Freshers’ Play, You Can’t Take it With You – henceforth referred to as YCTIWY for obvious reasons! - a zany 1930s comedy in which I got to play the uptight Mr Kirby, a real privilege. The early cast bonding sessions will live long in my memory.
- Got out the fancy dress for a Halloween/flatmate birthday party to remember!
- Went live on SUSUtv, one night mummifying a complete stranger in a competition against Cardiff’s equivalent station, then another acting as a stream mixer (changing between the feeds from the various participating stations) in the epic nationwide broadcast that was FreshersTV 2011!


“Why so serious?” (Because I had to take that makeup off very late into the evening, that’s why!)



The gallery for FreshersTV – the couple of days I spent there certainly boosted my appreciation of how much time and effort goes into live broadcasting!


November:

- Continued rehearsing for YCTIWY by learning lines, blocking and characterisation techniques – for example, I went to ‘marriage counselling’ with my on-stage estranged wife, which wasn’t helped by the chauvinistic nature of my character!
- Acted for a SUSUtv production, The Committee (coming soon!) - there’s nothing that can make you quite so self-conscious as a close-up shot!
- Took part in a flash mob pillow fight outside the SUSU building. Why? Well, why not?!
- Tried out for Southampton’s University Challenge team; the questions were just as hard as on the TV show, which was reflected in my pretty awful score.
- Played laser tag with SUSUtv – the lime green shirts gave some people away, unfortunately!
- Made all the coursework deadlines, although because assignments were electronically submitted, a couple of pieces were handed in with literally last-minute alterations!

December:

- YCTIWY Production week: a tech rehearsal, a dress rehearsal and then four performances to be proud of! It was the highlight of my University career so far, and it was a personal success too, with a mention in the student press’ review. Next year’s Freshers’ play, Shakespeare’s A Comedy of Errors, is being directed by some of the YCTIWY cast, and they’re brilliant; I really recommend giving auditioning a go. YCTIWY went from strength to strength and grew into something the diverse cast, crew and directors could all be hugely proud of, as well as generating some firm friendships with wonderful people.
- Managed to somehow balance all of the above with three imminent coursework deadlines.
- Went house-hunting with the flatmates and found a great property which we’re looking forward to moving into next year.
- Enjoyed Theatre Group and SUSUtv Christmas meals, an appropriate excuse to have loads to eat.
- Won the ‘Santa Elections’ voting in SUSUtv’s live Christmas Broadcast in the Student Pub, playing the role of ‘Inappropriate Santa’ – don’t ask!



Well I enjoyed You Can’t Take It With You, even if Mr Kirby didn’t!



Spot the odd one out!


And that was only the first semester! There was, of course, more to come...

Robin

Tuesday 24 July 2012

Edelvale Road… My abode for the next year

Finding suitable accommodation is a very important aspect of student life….. almost as important (if not more) as finding the right course to suit your aptitude and vocation. The apprehensions of a new university, new surroundings, new course and new accommodation (and so on as the list is endless) which cross a fresher’s mind in the first few weeks, i.e. the settling-in phase, are more than enough to keep you occupied. Amongst them, the apprehension which might affect you the most is your choice of place of stay as everything else revolves around this choice.

For most, the best choice would probably be to opt for halls of residence, which cater to all your requirements, and then hope that you get good flat mates to provide a congenial atmosphere. From an international student’s perspective, I would say that it would be by far the best choice to secure a place in the halls of residence to avoid the hassles of chasing property agents and signing loads of deeds and agreements upon your arrival in a new city.  However, despite the know-how of the scheme of things here, I somehow had missed out in applying on time for halls last year. Also, I did require a studio apartment, to cater for my wife and daughter, in case they joined me a couple of months later. Therefore, I had to look for a private rented accommodation. Now sitting back in India, it was an uphill task to look for a house here in Southampton…. so began the arduous circle of hours spent over the internet viewing matching profiles for suitable houses followed by numerous emails sent to the agents/landlords and occasional phone calls to have a conversation. When I look back in retrospect, I realise that way back in September last year, I was quite tense and worried about the state of things. I am naturally quite organised and planned and hate doing things at the last moment. However, blame it on Murphy’s Law, I always find myself in this precarious situation every now and then. So, I had my plate full as September approached with no news of my Tier-4 visa, no offer of accommodation and not even my onward flight tickets.  My visa came as late as the first week of September and I knew I was in serious trouble if I did not finalise a place to stay in Southampton as soon as possible.

One sultry afternoon in Delhi, after a hearty meal, I resumed my search for a prospective house suiting my taste and budget. Was it the unprecedented heat of September or the exasperation of my efforts turning out to be futile? Whatever it might be, I decided to look for some B&Bs in Southampton for the first week of my stay here till I zeroed in on some private rented accommodation. “Ramsay’s Retreat”….the name sounded convincing and even more convincing was the price. Soon enough, I found myself emailing the owner of the B&B for a rate for one week of stay on my arrival and wound up my search, disillusioned and disheartened.

I got a reply the next day and the owner offered to rent one of the rooms in the house to me and keep the other for himself, for a decent price. I had seen the pictures of the house and it looked good and I was rather tempted to grab the offer. But Nooooo……'Think from your head and not your heart'….I heard these words of wisdom ringing in my ears. I decided to speak to the owner in person. A young guy of 25 (well, he sounded at least 45 over the phone… mature and seasoned), the owner had completed his degree from the University of Swansea and was running the B&B and had landed a job in Lloyds Register. Thus, he wanted to rent his place. A brief chat with him and I knew that the deal was struck. He sounded convincing and I was dying to be convinced, tired of my search. The only issue was the distance to the university. Well, Google map said that the distance to the University was 2.9 miles, and I was wondering how feasibile it would be to travel 6 miles up and down daily. However, beggars can’t be choosers… so that was it.


View from my balcony

As I entered the house when I arrived here, I knew I had made a good choice. The house seemed to have been done up recently and with a lot of care and caution. It was a fully furnished house and the arrangement of it all suggested it to be a brainchild of some very meticulous and conscientious mind. I was truly impressed as I could see a little bit of me in the house already. My bedroom was cosy with a huge window overlooking the trees behind. It had a huge lounge and a very tidy kitchen. Well, that was all I wanted.


Sunday lunch with friends

It was ‘love at first sight’ with the house and despite the commuting time of around 2 hours to and fro from the University, I never wanted to leave the place. The place has so much positive energy and is away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Over the months, many of my friends were curious about my choice of stay particularly due to the travel time. However, upon their visit to my place, I found them to be its most ardent fans. And thus, we have had many barbecue afternoons and dinners at my place. It has been my sanctuary for the last ten months and I shall definitely miss this place once I go back home. This house in Edelvale Road shall always have a special place in my heart!

Rohit

Thursday 19 July 2012

The perks of being a student journalist

My involvement in Student Media began in May 2011, when I was elected as one of the Wessex Scene’s Lifestyle Editors. Well, technically it began a few months before that when I wrote a couple of articles for the website; but once the elections had been held, my part in the magazine grew. I was able to work with the team to run the online newspaper, and maintain my section along with my co-editor. I covered a few news stories for the Wessex Scene when other writers were too busy, and even won a highly commended award for Best Editor at my University Media Awards, as well as making a huge number of new friends. Then, in May 2012, I was elected as Deputy Editor, a title which I was shocked and flattered to be chosen for. I know the new team will be fantastic, and we start working together properly in September, though we are already busy communicating and producing content online throughout the summer. 


The student media team at the SUSU Media Awards 2012: The Wessex Scene, The Edge, Surge Radio and SUSUtv


My time as a member of the University of Southampton’s student media team has given me so many opportunities.  I have sharpened my skills as a writer outside of my degree, as well as having become a keen team member, team leader and section editor. It has also hugely improved my confidence.

But enough of the CV.

Despite my main role as Deputy Editor for the Wessex Scene, I am still involved as an occasional writer for The Edge.  As the main student entertainment magazine for the University, The Edge sometimes offers the opportunity for writers to gain free tickets to events in order to review them, when they’re lucky. I myself have never done this; but I have taken advantage of my involvement in student press in other ways, with some exciting results.

Two weeks ago, on Saturday 30 June, I went to a local festival called LeeFest. I’ve been twice before, once in 2008 and again in 2010. LeeFest is a small home-made festival which originated in Lee Denny’s back garden in 2006, when he was told by his parents that he wasn’t allowed a house party while they were away. Since then, Lee has never looked back. Now it boasts a main stage alongside several other platforms for local and national musical talent, as well as a craft tent, live poetry readings, comedy, a large bar and even a VIP area. Not forgetting the giant pig, paint fights and an ice cream van. What more could you ask for over a sunny weekend in June?

It is here that we witness one of the many perks of being involved in student media. This year, after a sudden eureka moment and several emails, I secured a press pass for the festival, meaning I received free entry and access to the backstage area in return for a review of the event.  I arrived on the Saturday (I was only able to go for one of the two days) with my sister Katie, who agreed to come along too. The day went well, and although it was technically work, I had a great time. I made sure I experienced as much of the festival as possible and took as many photos as I could to make sure my review was accurate and well informed.


  
The main stage at LeeFest 2012



My Press Pass for LeeFest 2012 – hopefully the first of many!

Once I had seen a few bands play on the main stage, I ventured backstage to interview a band called Bwani Junction. Their PR manager had contacted me prior to the festival asking if I wanted to chat to the boys, and of course my answer was yes! The interview went well, helped along by a cider to calm the nerves. I think I made a good impression on the group, despite my lack of a Dictaphone – being a novice journalist and student I cannot afford such high-tech equipment… so a pen and paper were my weapons for the day. In order to make the most of my press pass, I decided to try and get a few more interviews. I managed to talk to some fantastic people: a musician named Seye who has recently supported Paloma Faith, a band called BigKids, Dan Smith of Bastille fame, and Blaine Harrison, vocalist and musician from The Mystery Jets. The day was rather surreal for me, and a great way to start the summer.



Me and Bwani Junction; the funniest and nicest Edinburgh boys I have had the pleasure of meeting



Standard fan photo with Blaine from The Mystery Jets, proudly sporting my University of Southampton hoodie


I have never been so elated after an event in my life, and went home that night grinning from ear to ear. I have managed to write up some great interviews, and the press pass I was given really added to my festival experience. Of course, my day at LeeFest would have been brilliant without the pass. But my involvement in student media had provided me with an even more fulfilling and exciting experience. I left the event feeling on top of the world, and even more certain that I am heading in the right career direction; something that I have never felt before.

What I want to say is, student media is a doorway to many opportunities, whether you’re involved in the magazine and newspaper, radio or television. It’s not just about improving your teamwork, creativity and journalistic skills, or broadening your friendship groups and increasing your employability. Like many other activities and organisations at the University, being involved in the media department often has its perks; this time it entailed free tickets and the opportunity to mingle with the (relatively) rich and famous. As if you needed another opportunity to get involved….

Joanne

Tuesday 17 July 2012

Looking back on first year: Studying

I’m aware that I’ve not mentioned my course, Software Engineering (the same as Computer Science in first year), much so far in my posts, so I should probably pass on a couple of the more academic anecdotes I’ve picked up since October. However, in keeping with how I sometimes approached coursework this year... well... I’ll get on to it later!

I write this at the end of a long but worthwhile week with my theatre company (who’re just a group of friends) in Chester. The ‘Sozinho Occasional Theatre Company’ (nope, I can’t explain the name!) comes together once a year to rehearse and perform a show, usually a musical number, all within the space of one hectic week. 2012’s annual offering, Stephen Sondheim’s ‘Pacific Overtures’, proved the most challenging yet, as the complexity of its Eastern-styled music began to wreak havoc in rehearsals towards the end of Tuesday when we tried putting scripts down! However, after a concerted effort on Wednesday to learn lines, rhythms and melodies, and following some serious costume scouring as we attempted to recreate the world of 19th century Japan, the show’s performances on Saturday and Sunday went swimmingly, with a great time had by all.

It’s always a surreal experience making the transition between life in Chester and life at Southampton as, due to the considerable distance between them, they’re completely different entities. But I felt that still being able to take part in an event which has become something of a routine was reassuring proof that, although the world keeps turning when you’re away, your friendships remain constant, and you can easily slot back in at any time. Plus, people often have a few good stories to tell upon their return!


Belting out something resembling a song – whether or not it was the correct lyrics or tune, at the correct time, I couldn’t tell you!


... Right... well... in keeping with how I sometimes approached my course over the last year, I’ve procrastinated enough, I guess!

Time to talk about everyone’s favourite topic: studying!

I jest about putting things off, but this year I have found it a very easy trap to fall into. As a serial procrastinator at school (who fortunately works best when under pressure), I suspected that managing my course’s workload, in particular its numerous deadlines, would be one of my bigger personal challenges upon starting university. This largely proved the case, as the practical elements of Software Engineering, in particular programming, led to one coursework assignment being set after another. To earn the grades necessary to get a place at Southampton in the first place requires deep self-motivation, but when the distractions are as numerous as those on offer when you actually get here, a great deal of drive indeed is required to resist temptation, put away the free bus pass, sit down with a pen and paper, and fulfil all the demands made of you in time!

In that regard, I can only say that, over the course of the year, I found the earlier I started the work, the less stressful it would prove in the long-term and, ultimately, the more polished the end product would be. For example, out of the two major programming assignments I received last semester, I gained a higher mark in the one which I started three weeks (instead of one) before its deadline. This was because the extra time allowed me to play around with, and compare, different solutions to aspects of the assignment, whereas when I only had seven days (due to other deadlines piling up), I had to concentrate purely on fulfilling the coursework’s specification to as high a standard as possible – the bare minimum. Indeed, when my interactive crossword application decided to stop working at midnight, ahead of a 4pm deadline, I certainly wished I’d had more time for testing (luckily I fixed it in time)!

It’s easy enough to say that, of course, but sometimes it can be difficult to make enough time to do all of the work justice. Nonetheless, the marks I received for my coursework assignments over the year were generally reflective of the amount I had prepared for, and read around, them, something which wasn’t always the case with high school coursework (which, for example, might be a more bespoke or specific task with less potential for demonstrating creativity or independent flair). Oh, and yes, the flexibility of university lifestyle does let you work through the night (especially if you utilise the power of napping as frequently as I did!), but if you can avoid feeling like a zombie the day after, it’s probably worth sticking to daylight hours!

If you’re coming into your first year, you’ll hear the magic phrase '40%' banded around a lot, as this is the mark you have to attain to pass modules. The University is aware it’s most people’s first taste of almost completely independent learning, so the 40% threshold allows Freshers to get to grips with it, discovering and forming their own academic routines and systems; it’s a unique opportunity, reducing the pressure slightly on students, which I’d encourage everyone to make the most of. On the flip side, although it encouraged me to take a few liberties here and there over the year and experiment with different learning techniques (including one “cram for a day” revision session which I luckily got away with), I’d advise being wary of sailing too close to the wind with it; after all, August resits (or “referrals”) are not conducive to a relaxing holiday! Furthermore, some subjects offer scholarships to higher achievers, and the modules studied do form the core of your course, so it’s worth your while learning the basic material at the very least. Any further aspirations beyond that are up to you.

I was fortunate enough to come away from my first year with a First average overall, whilst still balancing work with play and learning the pros and cons of various note taking and revision methods. I move forward into second year, which does count towards my final degree classification, now aware of the importance of keeping on top of course notes so they don’t mount up before the exam period, just by doing an hour or two’s lecture reviewing every day (as the student specimen who understands concepts in lectures at first sight is a rare one indeed!), and the need to start assignments as early as possible, particularly at times when the sea of deadlines is calm – they can rapidly pile up as well!

I think that it’s also worth mentioning the change in subject matter density and, to an extent, difficulty I experienced moving from A Levels to Higher Education. I was fortunate enough to get quite high grades on results day and thus, when I arrived at Southampton, I was still hoping to achieve 90%+ in as much as possible. What I didn’t bear in mind, of course, was the fact that, having achieved similar results, so would everybody else! You’ll find that everyone on your course will have their various strengths and weaknesses in different modules – there’s no ‘big fish, small pond’ mentality so to speak like they’re might be in some smaller A Level classes. Furthermore, by getting to know your course mates as early as possible, you can complement one another’s strengths when it comes to getting the work done by helping someone else; this was the case for me when, in exchange for some help with the more complex mathematical material from a friend who’d taken Further Maths A Level, I explained some architectural principles I’d picked up during the course of my Computing A Level.

So what, and how much, are you actually expected to learn? Well, before I’d arrived I’d had the joys of three graduated siblings harping on to me about just how much work I had in store, especially reading – and this concern was further compounded by a letter during Freshers’ Week asking me to pick up the following:


A little light reading!


However, throughout the year many of these proved to be there for reference and background purposes only, rather than comprehensive guides as to what you should know. Nevertheless, if you have a moment spare it’s great to pick one up and read a random chapter, just to learn something new.

The depth of the course books also has the added advantage that, if you’re struggling with a particular module’s content or revision notes, ‘swallowing the textbook’ means it’s unlikely you’ll encounter a topic for the first time in an exam – be warned, however, it’s time-consuming! Just as with any qualification, you’ll find areas of the syllabus which perk your interests, and others you’ll firmly place in the ‘learn for the exam’ category; in Software Engineering, however, much of the content was skill-based, which potentially could form the foundation for future modules, so I’m planning to practise it later this summer.

So, just as it’s your university experience, affording you as many opportunities and as much independence as you desire, it’s also your degree, in your chosen subject area - so learn from it what you want!

Phew, that’s the serious stuff done with!  My next post should be my final reflection on my first year, as I reminisce about some of the marvellous, intriguing and exciting things I experienced over the course of the year, and then I’m off to the Olympic Games for a week! Expect a bombardment of photographs...

Robin

Monday 16 July 2012

Another year older, another year wiser?

Forget mid-life crisis, I am having a quarter life breakdown and freaking out.

A couple of weeks ago I turned 21, and thus became a fully-fledged adult, ergo, OLD.

I suddenly became terrified of people knowing my age; I removed my date of birth from Facebook and frowned at the words ‘birthday party’. Trust me, there was nothing to celebrate. My mind was consumed with this idea that once people knew my age they would automatically have expectations of me, now this is fine when you are 17 and the preconception is to be jolly and hapless, but the notion for a 21 year old seemed far more terrifying. Surely, by now, I am meant to own several pencil skirts, have a five year plan, and just generally be sorted in terms of where I am going. The reality is far more depressing; I own no pencil skirts, I can barely plan five days let alone five years and I don’t have a clue what I will do post-graduation (regardless of how many times I am told to drop my humanities degree and become an accountant by elderly relatives).



Look how I’ve grown - my 4th Birthday Party and, my 21st. Both cracking nights. 



The joy of being the birthday girl does mean that you get to make your friends dress up. 

Turning this landmark age was preoccupying my thoughts; I reflected back to the 21 year old I imagined I’d be when I was 16, full of wisdom and advice, a real font of knowledge. I’m not quite that girl yet… truly; I’m still just bumbling my way through.

I can honestly say I don’t know anyone else who is as old before their time as I am, for yes I love Radio 4 and I knit, and yes, instead of having a crazy house party I am just having some close friends over for dinner party and a murder mystery do. Crazy, mental stuff I hear you scream. However, it’s not my lack of a wild nature that bothers me, getting pleasure out of watching Newsnight and going to bed early happened way before I turned 21; what’s terrifying is the idea that I have missed out on the vital stage, somewhere between 15 and 21, where your life just gets sorted. I mean, where’s my job? Where’s my husband? Where’s my Ikea furnished studio apartment?

Then it hit me, like all great things that hit you, with a colossal disbelief that you didn’t see it earlier –where on earth is the fun in having a life planned out?! The idea of a mortgage terrifies me more than anything else does, I can barely commit to a phone contract let alone a house. The fact that my dreams are constantly evolving and developing is exciting; it means I constantly learn from the things that affect me.

Soon, I am going to one of those classic ‘what I wanted to be when I grew up’ birthday parties, typically however, I didn’t know then and I definitely don’t know now. I admit, it would ease my parents’ mind if I knew what route I wanted to take; the thought of their wandering daughter still living with them in ten years panics us both in equal amounts. Yet, despite my dreams being vague, they are also big, and that’s sort of the most important thing. I grew up in a small town and I always wanted to leave, I always wanted to do something which would affect some positive change, physically, I just wanted to do something good. Since I’ve gone to university my whole perspective on life has changed, I never knew the possibilities open to me, meeting so many inspiring and incredibly talented people really does push you to do bigger and better things.

So now a note to myself:

My new resolution: Stop stressing that your life isn’t sorted, it isn’t meant to be. I commit to trying new things, to leaving my options open and creating those wide doorways to greener pastures.
I must stop comparing myself to others – what is meant to happen, will happen, but in my own manner and time. So, when I feel the pressure of growing up, I must take a deep breath and remember that the future is mine - you make your own happiness so I propose going wild.

At the end of the day 21 is just a number, you set your own expectations, so you shouldn’t concern yourself with anyone else’s. So I’ll take more pity on those 22 year olds that I assumed knew it all, I guess everyone is just struggling through like me.  

Wish me luck turning 30...

Florence

Thursday 12 July 2012

The first glimpse of Southampton

“You will have an eventful life…You shall go places.” I did not believe this when someone read my palm and said this. It is difficult to digest such ‘verbal diarrhoea’ when you are too engrossed in the day-to-day mundane chores of your life and you have practically no time to look ahead, plan ahead and think ahead. All you are interested in is chasing deadlines and struggling to meet them, craving for a weekend and sulking at the end of it overpowered by the so called ‘Monday Morning Blues’. I was leading a typical busy life in Mumbai and therefore the idea of a sabbatical to pursue a masters, and in the UK too, was unheard of.

On my long flight to London, all I could think of was what I had left behind and what I had to look forward to. I had left behind my wife and newborn baby and had taken a break in the midst of a career which I can say was on its upward curve…. this I could sense by the farewell speeches given for me at my office. A wise person has said that, “You should work hard so that they have at least something to speak about you in your farewell” and I strongly believe in it. And what I had to look forward to was an exciting course. ”Sustainable Energy Technologies is the future of the world”, everyone who heard about my choice of course had said. A new country, new culture, new people around and new classmates…. it was all worth looking forward to. I had always dreamt of this… studying in the UK… and what was so difficult to comprehend was how suddenly this dream was being realised. Too many thoughts crossed my mind, enough for a nine hour long flight. I could hardly manage a wink of sleep, too excited and apprehensive.

The bus journey from Heathrow to Southampton, just a one and a half hour drive, seemed too long. An older gentleman sitting beside me could probably sense my excitement and asked, “Is it your first time here”? We started talking and he told me that he had been to India three decades ago and he had very fond memories of his stay there. He was quite inquisitive about my decision to come all the way here for a course but looked quite convinced at the end of our discussion. I know how to convince people and would not have let him go otherwise! The uneventful bus journey was soon over, thanks to our lively discussion. It was a pleasant evening in September when I landed here. But by the time we reached Southampton, I could sense a slight drizzle. I was surprised at this sudden change in weather. On a lighter note, I did not know then, that weather takes the centre stage of life in the UK. Anything and practically everything revolves around the weather here. Had it not been for the weather, people would have nothing to talk about, as every formal or informal talk here begins with the uncertainties of weather. Probably the old gentleman could sense my amusement and quipped, “English weather and English women, very unpredictable my boy”. I had a hearty laugh and was totally impressed by his sense of humour.


 First glimpse of Southampton

I reached Southampton almost towards the end of Freshers’ activities. I was quite aware of the importance of Freshers’ week. Back home in India, I had received numerous mails from the University and the Students’ Union regarding the whole list of activities planned for us. Unfortunately, due to pressing requirements back home, I had missed a couple of them but was determined to make use of whatever activities were lined up ahead. It is pertinent to mention that it is a must for every international student to attend Freshers’ Week as it really helps you in settling down and finding your bearings here. The University does arrange for everything possible, right from reception at the airport to arrangement for transport to Southampton. There is a whole series of activities planned every day like campus tours, enrolment in various societies and housing week for those planning to stay in private rented accommodation and  the day winds up with events in the in-house club. We got full opportunity to settle down, acclimatise ourselves to the new surroundings, make friends and gel before the ordeals of the academic year began.


The humble beginnings of my alma mater

I was dropped off by the National Express bus at the Highfield interchange. Here was when I got the first glimpse of the University… my home for the next year or so. It looked so majestic. To say the least, I was quite impressed. There was so much energy around, the cheerful faces of students everywhere. What was even more impressive was the friendliness of the international students at the University. I was greeted by a group of students from China who asked me if I needed help. They helped me get a taxi to drop me off at my rented accommodation and even let me use their mobile phone to speak to my flatmate. The University truly looked like a global village… a conglomeration of various cultures yet there was so much unity in diversity. The first impression of the University was awe-inspiring and as they say, “the first impression is the last impression” and this first impression has lasted indeed.

Rohit

Wednesday 11 July 2012

Work experience: not just an elaborate tea-making course

Work experience to the average pre-university student, or even first year student, mostly conjures up the following images:

1. Spending a week helping out in a school when you don’t really want to be a teacher, and taking up places of those actually training for a PGCE.

2. Helping out your dad / mum / high-flying uncle in their business.

3. Sending off numerous emails and letters begging a random company to let you spend a week in their office to appease your school or parents because you have ‘a real passion for copywriting / insurance / improving your skills as a telephone salesperson’.

4. Sitting at a desk. Bored. Making tea and photocopying boring forms.

The thought of working full time hours for no money is depressing, especially for a student, and can seem like a waste of time. But once second year comes around, you might begin to realise that you’re not actually sure what you want to be when you grow up. In fact, ‘when you grow up’ is right around the corner… maybe you should start to get some work experience sorted. After all, people are always telling you that experience is as important as a good degree in making you employable.

I had that moment last summer and decided to email multiple publications in a bid to find someone who would teach me the ropes, after deciding that journalism and the media was something that I was very interested in. Numerous friends already had an impressive résumé of placements, and I felt distinctly underprepared for the next year or so of my life. My editorial position at the Wessex Scene (the University student newspaper) should probably also be joined by an external placement on my CV.  So numerous emails, CV rewrites and hours of hunting down contact information later, I received two placement offers: both from regional newspapers, one in Southampton and the other back at home in Kent. They may not have been London-based magazines, but they were a start, and I was ecstatic to have received a response.

My first placement was back in April of this year, based at a daily regional paper in Southampton. Since it was a while ago, I won’t go into too much detail. However, it was a great first placement, it improved my confidence and I had a lot to do, including ‘vox pops’ (talking to the public), phone interviews, visiting court for the day and researching a potential murder case. It was a good place to start.

My second placement was just last week, and was only about a 20 minute bus ride from my house at home in Kent. I had grown up reading the paper, so was excited to witness how it all worked and, more importantly, to compare it to my first placement back in Southampton. The office was smaller, with a more intimate working environment. We also drank a lot more tea (I realise that’s the second mention of tea in as many blog posts. I promise I am not a tea-fiend). Although I didn’t go out and about as much this week, I wrote more articles and was given more responsibility. I had to make sure I was busy without relying on being told what to do. I also had to take initiative and follow up stories upon my own intuition. I developed great telephone skills and even joined the team for a post-print-deadline cider in the bar opposite the office!

My greatest achievement of the week, though, was seeing my name in print for the first time outside of the Wessex Scene and The Edge (the University’s student entertainment publication). The article was one that had been intended as a mere write-up of a village fete, but after some research and contacting some companies I uncovered that the event was a setting for a scene in a new television programme! Although I had written over ten more unnamed pieces, my larger article took up the whole of page 6 and is now up there as one of my proudest moments. It may not be front page of The Times, or a popular feature in Cosmopolitan (a guilty pleasure of mine) but it’s a step in the right direction and a fantastic addition to my portfolio.


Seeing my name under my work in a regional newspaper has made my week!

My plans for the future? Over the next few months I hope to be sending out my (now improved) CV to more publications, asking for their time and patience and, of course, a cherished place for some work experience. Hopefully, in ten years’ time, my name will be in print in a national publication, on a popular blogging site, or plastered all over Facebook.

It turns out that work experience is not so much an annoying requirement, then, as an exhilarating opportunity.

Joanne

Monday 9 July 2012

Looking back on first year: Freshers’ Week


So after the first couple of days of general confusion, experimentation with kitchen equipment and flat bonding, it was time to get out into Southampton and make the most of Freshers’ Week.

“You only get one, so make the most of it!” was advice given to me by many people before I’d arrived, and I fully intended to. After all, it’s probably the only time you can speak to a complete stranger absolutely anywhere – the corridor, the bus, the laundrette, the supermarket - and then go on to become great friends with them!

I think forming friendships is one of the things which worries people the most about the prospect of leaving home (it certainly did in my case), and naturally so. You’ve probably known most of your mates at home for years, and you’ll have gone through a lot together, so having to leave them for months at a time and completely reinvent your social wheels from the ground up can seem very intimidating, particularly if, as in my case, you’re not from nearby and know only one other person, or indeed nobody, before you go. As someone who’s normally quite quiet (I say ‘normally’ because when you get me talking about football, I never shut up!) I had some reservations that I was going to be able to suppress my natural shyness and get to know people.

I needn’t have worried, of course, because much as in the same way every student helps to support one another when settling down, they also, whether from nearby or abroad, also actively engage with everybody else to learn names and faces. For example, during the first night’s Welcoming Party, I can recall meeting a whole host of great people, including two Norwegians, three Americans and two Germans, but I don’t think I’ve seen them since! On the other hand, I also met people who I would run into every day on the bus, or around my block at Monte (the affectionate name for Montefiore halls). At the end of the day, it’s just nice to know some guys to say ‘hi’ to when you’re walking across campus to a lecture – or, often for me, running across campus, late!


 At the Freshers’ “Wonderland” themed night. It was either a performance by the Circus of Horrors, or by the new SUSU Sabbatical team!

Going to lots of the Freshers’ Events that SUSU (the Students’ Union here) organised also really helped me to enjoy the week, especially as they catered for everybody with a vast variety of events. Before I started university I very rarely drank alcohol, for example, and I thought that as a result I might be in the minority throughout the week, but the events were planned such that there were both parties and other more relaxed stuff happening simultaneously, offering complete flexibility in deciding whether I felt like going out or just having a night in watching the Lion King with the flatmates (the first of many, many times).

I should also probably say that although it’s good to buy tickets to the events before you go, if you do miss out, don’t worry: quite a lot of people were willing to trade upon arrival, so whole flats could still go to places together (although I’d suggest pre-booking for the Freshers’ Ball, as it’s the must-go night and a great chance to get snazzy!). Oh, and remember to bring as much fancy dress as possible!


 ‘Suited and booted’ for the Freshers’ Ball!

One event which has to be seen to be believed is the ‘Bunfight’, where all the SUSU-affiliated societies (and there are a lot of them) have representative stalls trying to recruit you or, at the very least, get your email address on their mailing list – I’m still getting emails from the Judo society now, even though I never found the time to go along (you can, of course, take yourself off these lists)! The sheer number of activities you can partake in here is quite incredible; there were three whole sports halls packed with people asking me to try out Korfball, sky diving, live music, SUSU media (including television, radio and press), computer games, Welsh appreciation, Street Dance and half a dozen various forms of martial arts, amongst other things.


The SUSU Bunfight – prepare to be persuaded!

Most societies will have taster sessions, which are a great way to fill out the first two weeks as they give you a glimpse of what the society can offer, as well as, of course, introducing you to more people. Personally, I opted to head along to sessions for SUSUtv, a couple of Performing Arts societies, the SUSingers choir and dodgeball – the latter probably because I like the film! It was great to meet such a massive number of people and experience so much before my course had even begun, so if there’s one thing I really recommend you do upon arriving, it’s to approach everything with an open mind and make the most of the Bunfight. Oh, and if you’re running short on pens, popcorn or pizza, the volumes of free stuff handed out at Freshers’ Fair is pretty handy too!

As a member of Electronics and Computer Science, or ECS, I was also lucky enough to be enrolled on their ‘Jumpstart’ programme, designed to introduce you to your tutor, your year group and Southampton itself. Most departments organise similar sorts of things, and I’d urge everybody to go along to them. As a lot of the work that goes on in the computer science industry relies on teamwork, we were encouraged to get to know as many new names as possible. Following a tour of the city, introductory talks and a pub quiz, I passed Jumpstart with a large amount of new acquaintances made.  I also ended up a box of Jaffa Cakes to the good, as my tutor group’s entry into the Present a Zombie Apocalypse Survival Plan competition was awarded first place!

So upon reflection, I found that the amount on offer during Freshers’ Week meant that I could make of it what I wanted to at the time. I had time for rest and time for play. But its most enjoyable aspect was that I rarely felt like I had to work at it. Despite my worries, friendships just... happened, and they have done in Southampton ever since.

So during the week, do your best to enjoy the ride. You only get one, after all.

Robin

The big move

How do you move house when your parents practically live in France and you’re meant to be in Oxford?

One word. Difficultly.

This weekend, after months of planning, I was meant to be with my society, Student Hubs, in Oxford at their annual planning for the year ahead. It was going to be a great opportunity to meet students from all the other universities’ Hubs and get to know the national team. It was going to be fun-filled merriment all round and I was definitely looking forward to it. That was until I got a phone call from my landlord saying we need to be out of our house a day early.

Crazy, manic packing doesn’t describe it.

So, in a day’s notice five out of my seven housemates were able to congregate for one last time in our slightly forgotten and misused student house.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’ve had some great memories in that house - some really, truly, lovely moments. However, last year, whilst every other student was whipping themselves into a housing frenzy, demanding deposits from parents and signing leases with the first bunch of people they met, we took our time. This casual approach had its pros, as well as cons; there was no seven-month awkwardness when two people had accidently got with each other and could no longer stand to be in the same room; we made certain that our house would work, and that we definitely wanted to live together. It was clearly successful because we’re all living together again. However this system also meant a lot of the good properties had already been nabbed, so, because we left it so long and because we insisted on having seven double rooms we were left with a house which had definitely seen better days.

One bonus: it was cheap.

In typical student fashion we had slugs in the kitchen, mould pretty much everywhere and just general chaos all the time. Nonetheless, no matter how bad it got (and it got pretty bad), I never wanted to be anywhere else. Student living is something which makes your university experience, and trust me, in hindsight it is all hilarious. After a few months, I guarantee you will have blue-tacked photos all over the place, a disconcerting amount of board games, a fridge filled with more beer than food, and some sort of road sign in your garden. Embrace it; this is the only time in your life it is acceptable to live like this. Relish in the fact you can have Redbull for breakfast, because once you’ve got a job, life is nowhere near this fun.




Fun in Freshers' Week



Pub golf for my flatmate’s birthday

However, an intelligent combination of swiftness and certainty is definitely recommended, this year we signed our house in November because we were sure we still all wanted to live together, as a result we managed to grab an excellent place. So regardless of how charming our old dwelling sounds, I was certainly looking forward to moving into a beautiful new house.
Now with my family away it rested on two of my lovely housemates’ parents to move everyone else’s, and an entire kitchen of junk to our new house. Oh, and to make things better, we had an hour window. Super. I learnt one thing; other people’s parents are so incredibly nice.
Plus, finally, living with so many boys was going to pay off, as, with a lot of heavy lifting, feverish packing, and a sheer determination to get our deposit back (which led me to hack out the frozen mound which our freezer had acquired), we moved house!


The ‘lad shelf’ in the fridge remained permanently stocked!

Now for me this was pretty massive, I was off travelling last year when everyone else moved in, plus, I knew I wouldn’t be living in the house for another six months, for I took a semester off, so I missed out on the hub of packing and unpacking, the arranging, then re-arranging of the furniture, or, as my housemate has decided, the complete re-decoration of his luminous pink room (wise move).

I am, unashamedly, pretty chuffed with our new house, we have a massive kitchen (with a window), plus we have a dining room table. A dining room table! I thought I’d be more concerned about getting excited over furniture, surely 21 is too young to crave a dining room table, but in all honesty, I have never loved anything more. It is a beautiful table.

Plus, from having a fairly disgusting bedroom which had mad scribings from a previous inmate all over the wall (one of the prerequisites to spending half my time in sunny Spain was to be lumbered with the sad sorry room), I had now upgraded, I was definitely going up in the world because this year I’ve got an ensuite. My room is massive, I cannot reiterate this enough, it is MASSIVE, I practically get lost in it.

Despite this weekend being a rainy and slightly stressful one, it just reminded me how lovely it is that I can live with such great people. I’ve lived with these guys since day one and it seems incomprehensible to me that we only have one more year left together. This time next year I will be lost, like a mother bird mourning the moment her babies fly the nest. Our house has a fairly odd social dynamic, and it is most definitely a vibrant mix of personalities, but somehow, what should be a violent clash of temperaments works, and we are most definitely a loving, if dysfunctional, family.

Florence