It’s that time of year again where many final year students are found in their natural habitat – cramming in the library. Everyone’s mood can be translated into Ross Geller’s margarita meltdown, and we all know how that ended (spoiler alert – he really wasn’t fine). Whilst we endure the tears and tantrums of third year deadlines, three months prior we didn’t picture ourselves in this mess. In fact, we all had pretty different expectations…

by Charlotte Briggs

Mornings

Disney princesses seem to love waking up in the morning. I don’t know about you but when I hear my alarm going off I certainly don’t smile and jump out of bed, I hit snooze and wipe the dribble of my face.

Expectation