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Having Mondays off is proving to be quite a catch without a catch. No, I don’t laze around the sofa (though sometimes I do ask my self why not?!). I have a part-time internship with a magazine. Once again, as I don’t reveal my work places, I cannot reveal too much about where I work except that it’s not a massive publication. And interestingly enough, it doesn’t rely on PRs nor advertisers. Which is odd because how does it make money? That part I cannot answer. Because, frankly, I lack the slightest idea.

The good news is I’m writing actual published fashion pages. TICK.

The bad news is that my week looks a little like this:
Monday – magazine
Tue, Wed, Thur – lectures
Thur – work after lectures (the weekend job)
Fri – lectures
Sat and Sunday – work

So not only do I have no time to CHILL, I also have no time to do university work. And that’s a whole other issue in itself which I wont bore you with.

Not sure what exactly a lie-in feels like anymore. All I’m concentrating on is getting EXPERIENCE! Because godammit it’s been nearly three years and that is the only word on my lips.

I sound like a bore. And frankly I am. In trying to schedule a meeting with a friend earlier this week, I had to push it back because every day that she mentioned, I had either work or university, or BOTH!

And the only reason I’m doing this is because I keep thinking I will reap the rewards soon (if soon means before the age of 30. Right now I’m 20).


University lectures are SO boring right now. I have ZERO motivation to do school work. So what do I do? I escape university for a week and go to a national newspaper instead. Woop!

Will update you on how that goes – my work experience week is next month!

I’m hoping to go from:                  to:

I’ve always loved school. The idea of seeing friends on a daily basis, having a laugh, learn a bit…yes I’m a geek. But this year I didn’t get that excited first-year-of-school feeling. In fact, as I walked out of the tube down the road to my uni, as I approached the turnstiles, and as I picked a seat for the year, I was dreading each second, and each second I was spinning other options around in my head.

All I want to do is work, I figured to myself. I’ve had an amazing summer of interning, pick and choosing a week here and there at different publications and companies – and I’ve genuinely loved it all (okay up until LFW). So to be back in a news room with immature gits on the back row talking throughout my first lecture felt so undesirable. That would never happen at the places I worked this summer.

To make things worse, I hate the group I’ve been put in for one of my assignments. You know every course has a few of those kids that go to uni because ‘they might as well’ and they only just scrape through to the next year because the thought of them not seeing their friends at lunch time kills them a little bit? Well a generous 45% of my course is like that. And about 75% of that 45% (err keeping up with the math here?) is in my group. There’s one option of me just taking a back seat and doing the best for myself only, the second option is for me to take my usual lead role and spend my time convincing the group to actually work, or option numero three…ask to be moved to another group.

Had this project not been worth so much, I would have probably gone for option number two. But I want a First and thus I’ve opted for number three.

Waiting on a reply from a lecturer. Fingers crossed I get moved. AAHH!