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A day in the life of an MML student | CAMBRIDGE
It’s hard to pin down what a ‘typical’ day at university is for me, because frankly, no two days are ever quite the same as a Cambridge MML (Modern and Medieval Languages) student. Cambridge Humanities students notoriously have very few contact hours – at least in comparison to their Science counterparts – but a lack of contact hours doesn’t mean less work. Au contraire, I found myself having to rely on self-motivation and time management more than ever before to get through the amount of independent reading and research needed to prepare for those few contact hours each week, which for me ranged from between 12 and 16 in the first two…
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MENTAL HEALTH | A guide to ‘boring’ self-care
Self-care does not have to be – and in fact should not be limited to – extravagant treats and pampering trips out. It is also not just for when you’re feeling sad and things are already too much. Self-care, as shown in Instagram user makedaisychains’ colourful page which celebrates some of the smaller, basic achievements in everyday adult life, is sometimes a little ‘boring’. It is all too easy to get caught up in the Cambridge bubble, both a blessing and a curse. I love keeping busy, and when the holidays finally roll around and I feel like I’ve just run a very library-intensive marathon, it’s quite exhilarating (in an…
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ESCAPE THE BUBBLE | Wimpole Hall and Hitchiking
When I woke up this morning, I did not imagine that several hours later I would be standing at the side of the road near Wimpole Hall, my thumb stuck firmly out towards the steady flow of traffic heading South towards Cambridge city, hoping that someone would stop and take pity on myself and two friends by giving us a free ride back into the centre. I did not even imagine that I would be hitch-hiking anytime in the next year, let alone that very day. But there I was. Thumb up, nervous smile stretched across my lips, and a slightly foreboding sense of doom lapping at my heels. The…
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ESCAPE THE BUBBLE | Cathedral views, coffee and Cromwell in Ely
My trip to Ely was, I have to admit, not as well-planned as writing about it has been. My eager suggestion of a day-trip there was based off the fact that I go through the station every time I get the train home from Cambridge, a desire to be a tourist wandering through a city freely instead of a stressed student trapped in one, and a vague memory of reading Tom’s Midnight Garden during primary school. It might be much smaller than your average city – it really felt more like a town to me – but it turned out to be full of history and beautiful buildings, and plenty…
