To celebrate the tail end of SWOTVAC I wanted to bring to light the beauty of student fashion.
This week I had a haircut.
My hairdresser – ‘So how are you? How’s your week going?’
Myself – ‘Well, I’m on SWOTVAC this week, so you could say my week is definitely … going?
My hairdresser – ‘ So what does SWOTVAC actually stand for ? Like, is it an acronym for something?
So it’s that time of semester again: that time where emotions run high and motivation runs low. For that matter, it’s that time of year too: week 13 of semester 2 invites the exciting prospects of summer and a whole few months free of uni. Yes, there is much to look forward to. But, and I don’t know if this is just me, does it seem too soon for this already? For me, it seems like only a few weeks ago I was bidding a fond (cough, cough) farewell to, shall I say, “certain” units, “thrilled” at the opportunity next semester would bring. It doesn’t seem like a whole semester has passed since these emotional partings. And it certainly doesn’t feel as though I’ve had an entire semester’s worth of knowledge bestowed upon me. Yet, here we are. Hence arises the anxiety that is week 13.