I post a photo on Instagram. It’s a good shot, arty, and I’ve thought of the perfect caption – teamed with the perfect emoji, obviously. For the next half an hour, I keep refreshing my newsfeed, checking for likes. To start with I’m pleased, they’re are coming in fast. But they slow. Not good. Surely I can get more than a measly 23? And why do I feel so inadequate if I don’t?
Three weeks ago, I returned to the UK after spending an eye opening and fulfilling three months in Tanzania – and it turns out that it can be difficult to find the words to describe such an incredible experience. So much happened that it’s hard to know where to begin, or how to fully explain a world that’s so different from my own. It’s going to take take more than just one blog post, that’s for sure.
So, to begin with, I’ll start with an easy topic. What the hell did I do there?
As of Friday I am officially a graduate of the University of Bristol, which I have mixed emotions about. While I’m proud of what I’ve achieved and excited about the next adventure, I’m also incredibly sad to be leaving Bristol and closing the door on that chapter of my life – it was a pretty good one.
But in the last few weeks, a lot of people have asked me about my dissertation; what was it about? how did you do? did you enjoy writing it?
For many of us, the end of uni is in sight – all we need to do is get through those last exams, coursework deadlines and lectures, then the world is our oyster.
Or is it?
We’ve all seen the headlines. Students today can expect to have an average of £42,000 of debt by the time they graduate. And for what? Does, as the government repeatedly tells us, a university degree really result in a higher paid, better job afterwards?
This year has flown past, and suddenly I’ve written my final editorial for the last issue of the paper I’ll be involved in. sob.
I first wrote for Epigram’s 265th issue; 36 newspapers later, it’s time to say goodbye.
I think it’s fair to say that my time at the publication has been a bit of a roller coaster ride; exhilarating, stressful, exhausting – but never boring. And looking back, I wouldn’t change anything for the world.
I had so much fun putting together this article this morning. A classic case of procrastination and avoiding revision, but time very well spent.
Last week, Bristol University announced they were increasing university accommodation rents by 5 per cent. Perhaps unsurprisingly, students aren’t happy; over 1200 have already signed Bristol SU’s petition against the rent hike.
But students are also taking to the internet to voice their concerns. I’ve been scrolling through Twitter – trying not to get distracted by Livingstone’s escapades in a disabled toilet or Ed Ball’s spectacular cake in celebration of #EdBallsDay – to find out why students are so angry.
This week, to celebrate Epigram’s 300th issue, we put together a celebratory supplement. We contacted old Editors to write pieces about their experiences on the publication, and I also wrote my own. Epigram has dominated my time at Bristol, and I wouldn’t wish it any other way.
27 years and 300 issues later, Epigram is still a thriving student newspaper. Indeed, our efforts were rewarded earlier this month when we were highly commended in both the ‘Best Publication’ and ‘Best Use of Digital Media’ categories at the Student Publication Awards.