Stories of my life
Hi, I’m Gemma, the one who wears the Yellow Coat. Do you ever find yourself muddling through life and travel situations, wondering how you ever got there? Here we might not have the answers, but we do have the stories. Whether it’s hiring your first car abroad that breaks down on the side of an…
Keep readingAs of last week, I lost my student status. I did the performative walk across the stage, I received the welcome to the class of 2026 email, and these days, an email is about as official as it gets. It was bound to happen eventually, but it’s gutting all the same, saying goodbye to student…
University homes are nothing like your childhood home. That’s if you move away. My home was 5 hours, 2 trains, and an hour’s walk away from Swansea, the city of my university. Depending on when you caught me, I’d either love my degree or hate it. Usually dictated by how close I was to assignment…
The other day, someone told me that the year after university is the worst year of your life. As someone whose entire life’s purpose for the last 18 years has been education, this bodes well for me. Something no one tells you is how unceremoniously anticlimactic the end of university really is. Results day no…
