Until next year ... flats are clean; exams are over; assignments are completed (or, at the very least, handed in). Summer has officially arrived - and I have hot sunburn to prove it.
I was on a mission, this morning, to buy a new summer hat. I allowed myself an hour for this shopping task; an initially seemingly adequate time frame. Alas, it wasn't.
When it comes to making vocational choices, many students find themselves at a loss. Katie Kenny has some advice - sort of.
There is no relationship quite like that which exists between flatmates - obviously not a familial bond, yet certainly something more than just friendship. You eat together, party together,...
It is an unwritten rule of student flatting life that nobody ever fills in a postal change of address form. But this, says Katie Kenny, can have its upside.
Do you know where that supermarket trolley handle has been? Katie Kenny does. She's been watching.
A measure of our national complacency or a mantra of infinite possibilities? In the wake of the earthquakes, Christchurch native Katie Kenny muses on one of our favourite sayings.
The first time I cycled the high road along the peninsula, I cried. Admittedly, it was because I had forgotten my sunglasses and my eyes were watering uncontrollably in the freezing wind.
I always get a tad nervous as I enter the Central Library, despite the fact libraries are not the type of place one usually gets jittery about entering.
In a recent critique assignment, I wrote a sentence which I knew was "borderline". Borderline in that if the sentence was interpreted maliciously, it could be considered offensive to the author I was critiquing.
If you haven't heard of the Double Down burger then you've probably spent the past week or two hiding under a rock. You may have even tried one. In fact, if you're a member of the male student population, you've probably eaten several.
My recent study of biographical information of (in particular) Romantic-era writers has revealed an interesting and noteworthy commonality. No, I am not referring to tragically premature deaths, substance abuse or philandering.
There are times when my exam superstitions become blatantly impractical
I don't mean to sound like a first-year, but WOW - last semester went fast.
The absolute impracticality of an English degree is reluctantly yet acutely observed when searching for holiday employment. It was a goal of mine, during this last break, to find a summer job. A goal common to many students at this time of year, I'm sure.
This trip was doomed from the beginning," I concluded, as we regarded the turn-off we missed on our way to Queenstown last Friday.
Five guys knocked on my front door yesterday, and asked me to show them around my flat. I said no.
My flatmate turned 21 last month. Despite the excitement of presents and celebrations, he was less than enthused about his birthday.
There are few visits to the doctor's surgery that I fear more than my annual flu jab.
You must admit, we're handling it pretty well. (Students. The Rugby World Cup). Perhaps locals would say that we are being given a well-deserved dose of our own medicine. Perhaps that's why no-one's fussing over the inconveniences bestowed upon us.
