Cut the crap, not the funding*

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(*slogan stolen from a house mate who is a helluva lot better at slogans than me.)

Well, I'm glad that thousands of students turned out to protest the governments proposal to increase university fees by a silly amount of money. I don't care how many times you tell me that they're not upfront fees, we still have to pay what money we borrow back - this is the part that puts people off folks! 21% of my wages if I get a job that pays £21,000 per annum weighs heavily on all students' and prospective students' minds. And, frankly, no body wants or likes to be in debt.(I wanted to go but I have an essay that needs writing. Typical.)

It's just shame that whenever I hear about it on the news the headline is about the violence that occurred between the students and the police, and I think that it's a shame as I believe it detracts from what we were protesting about in the first place.

That being said, I'm surprised that the police and all involved in organising the march didn't think that something like this would happen as it is a subject people feel passionately and justifiably angry about and it is inevitable that some would choose to express this through breaking things. It's sad that people will associate students with breaking things though because on the whole, we're not like that. Promise! A true expression of English studenty-ness, in my mind, would mean that London's road work signs and traffic cones would have, by now, new homes all over the country.

Personally, I'm a bit divided by the issue. The cynical side feels that the government will do what ever the hell it wants with fees, and no amount of window smashing will convince them otherwise. Still, the larger, more optimistic side hopes that the UK government can take into account the voice of the masses (mine included, so screw you cynicism ) into account in it's decision making.

Bubbles

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One of the worst things about being a student is that once you've established a routine, you kind of loose track of the world around you. Outside of reading newspaper headlines in the Students Union and stealing house mates' copies of 'The Week' anyway. Apparently the student la-la-land bubble includes blogs. I should have some stuff to write about this week, so I'll endeavour to update more often.

Twiddling Thumbs

I hate waiting around for things. Not in a sitting in a waiting room, standing in a queue or waiting for my turn sense, that's fair enough, but you know when you want to get a large task done and dusted but you can't start until a very specific time? That's what I mean. The large task in question is moving into a student house ready for university, something I can't do until Saturday.

But before that I need to continue applying for jobs that I'll probably never hear from again, sort out house insurance and study for the evil post-summer exam. Sigh. I have a feeling that this week is going to be busy yet I won't feel like I'm getting anything done. I may opt to stay in bed instead.

Ah! I'm only 4 posts in and I'm already moaning. I told myself I wouldn't do that! Oh well, hopefully I'll have had more sleep and be less narky when I next write.

Apparently, it;s better than...

So I went to Cadbury's World earlier this week with the family. They all stocked up on discount chocolate, I spend my money on a mug. What is wrong with me? Although, to be fair, it's a pretty damn awesome caramel bunny mug.

Well, after two weeks of feeling a bit dazed and trying to look as non-touristy as possible whilst wandering around London, I'm now an official member of the National Youth Theatre. I have just enough time before university starts again to leave the drama bubble and re-adjust myself to another 9 months of living in student la-la-land. Hurrah!

Right Then

Testing, testing? Just a short, obligatory test post to see if I can at least write in this blog thing.