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We live in a generation in which our educational paths are ridiculed and judged to the extent that what we choose to pursue, and what interests us, becomes a focus for how people react to us, and what impression they choose to have of us. I consider myself very lucky that I wanted to go to university to continue my studies into a higher education level, but unfortunately, and I could probably dedicate an entirely separate blog post to this, not everyone is very passionate about their choice of study when they are encouraged (forced) into it by their school. I feel lucky that by the time sixth form had come to an end, I was more assured than ever that my choice to do a degree in theology was right for me. But oh boy do people like to tell me different... For some reason, for which I am baffled to find, people like to rank university courses and condemn those who do something that may not fall into their idea of a 'useful' degree. I hold my hands up to the fact that theolog...

Since moving to London to study at King's College, I often get questions from friends and family about what it's like. There's no doubt that living in such a vast and busy city has both its ups and downs, and is unlike anything I've ever experienced before. Therefore, I have personal things that I've experienced and learned from, that might both help and inspire some people to live in London, or simply interest someone who would like to know a little more about 'the big smoke'. Here is just 5 of those thing that, to me, make London, London. 1. EVERYWHERE is photogenic as hell As a self proclaimed Instagram junky who will go to unimaginable lengths for an aesthetic, my first few weeks in London were spent snapping just about every skyline, building, or fancy coffee shop within the entire radius of my central London location. I was that annoying tourist stopping amongst a crowd on Waterloo Bridge, trying to get that perfect Boomerang of the London Eye; thi...

As a welcome post to my very first personal blog, it seems uncouth to start on such a depressing, and frankly, triggering note. However, with the freedom to write and post whatever I want here, I might as well get the bad stuff out of the way first. Anyone who knows me is probably thinking 'Jesus Hannah, A Levels were like a year ago, get over it', but the fact that I'm sat here now writing this, indeed a year later, says a lot about what an impact that time of my life had on me. Spoiler alert: a bad one. Maybe I should be writing this kind of stuff in a diary or something, but if one person yet to do A Levels reads and takes something positive away from this, I guess it was worth making public. I believe that the system has now changed and A Level exams all occur at the end of a two year course (and not be scare anyone away, but God help you), but I experienced the more standard AS thing, i.e two years, both with exams at the end. My mistake, and this is one I hope s...