Farewell InQuire and thank you!

1505621_10206611307870372_5659322256488470657_nDear InQuirers,

This is it guys. Prepare yourselves from some sentimental InQuire loving; I’ve got a lot of emotions to force upon you.

For the last three years, InQuire has been a huge, nay, gigantic, part of my life and today, it all comes to an end. Today, I hand over my role as Website Editor and try so hard not to (not that hard) weep uncontrollably as I hand over my baby, InQuire Live.

Student journalism has been the best part of my university experience and I implore anyone to get involved. You don’t have to be the world’s best writer (are you reading this mushiness?), or the most confident person in the world, you just have to be a team player. From the weekly committee meetings to the writers’ meetings and from laying the newspaper to the mammoth proofreading sessions, it’s hard work, but we do it as a team and we are insanely proud of what we produce. We’re just a team of students who volunteer and work, because we enjoy it.

You may have noticed, or heard me banging on about, a few slight changes to the website this year and I’mIMG_4953 immensely proud of the website you are looking at right now. It was my main aim when I started the year, to see the website get redesigned and we did it! It’s not perfect, but it’s pretty damn amazing, so here’s a personal thank you to you, Sophia Ppali for your website designing wizardry.

To the InQuire editors: I know I probably get on your nerves nit picking about everything, but it’s only because I want the best! I couldn’t appreciate everything you do more. I can’t say I relish proofreading absolutely every word that gets published online or in print, but without you, there would be no website or newspaper. Thank you, thank you, thank you for sticking by myself, Emma and Nat. Speaking of, you are the two best execs I could have asked to work with and you’ve become amazing friends. My oh my, this is soppy. Apologies.

1610905_10206611307190355_8507581700506066865_n (1)And to you, the writers and readers: If you didn’t write for us or read what we published, what would be the point? There has been some amazing writing this year; whether it entertained us, informed us or shocked us, we have been proud to publish what you wrote.  Thank you for your hard work and please keep writing and reading.

Good luck to next year’s team and look after InQuire for us. I hope you have as much fun as we’ve all had this year.

We’re an odd bunch, but I think we’re pretty awesome. Farewell guys, it’s been great.

 

Lots of love from,

(For the last time) Your Website Editor

P.S If anyone needs me, I’ll be sobbing in the corner of the Student Media Centre for the next few weeks.

Pinch me, I’m blogging for The Telegraph

Apologies to those of you who have had to listen to me ramble and squeal about this for the last two months, but for those of you who missed it… I recently started writing for The Telegraph Student Life Blogs! They’re articles that fit perfectly with the theme of my blog so I thought it would be nice to share them with you too.

Below, the images are links to each article, so get clicking. Feedback and comments are greatly appreciated. Thank you to everyone to has read or shared my articles already. You’re, wait for it… “Simply the best!”

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The eight university students you love to hate

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The 6 Housemates You Love to Hate

 

The Second Year Home

The Second Year Home

Student living isn’t always all it’s cracked up to be. That feeling of freedom quickly turns into dread when you realise you have to do this thing called cooking every day. And what’s washing? That sounds like a lot of effort. But for many, of all the trials and tribulations we students wrestle with every day, it seems there’s one that outdoes them all. That one person that you once wanted to spend every minute of the day with, has become the one you spend every minute of the day trying to avoid: Your so-called friend has become your housemate from hell.

Here are a few examples you might just recognise:

1) The one who borrows money from you and just hopes you’ll forget about it.

We’re students. Our student loan is all we have, so borrow some of it and you’re borrowing part of our souls. Don’t pay us back and we will hunt you down. No exaggeration.

2) The one who smells weird.

They’ll spend the longest in the shower and use all the hot water, yet still emerge looking grubby and smelling worse than when they went in. What even is that? Body odour or gone off milk? Meanwhile, the bath is covered in a thick layer of grime. Maybe I’ll give that shower a miss. I’ll just dab cold water on my face instead…

I’ll do it in a minute…

3) The one who never does any washing up.

That mountain of mouldy dishes will start growing life forms before someone thinks about edging it towards that waterfall of cleanliness that falls from the tap.

God forbid anyone have any cutlery or plates or utensils to cook with. Not even a passive aggressive note will sort this one out.

It’s odd how quickly you adjust to eating your dinner out of a bowl with any form of cutlery available. May I suggest trying a steak knife and a chopstick for a ‘bowl’ of beans on toast. It’s an experience to say the least.

Back away from my food!

4) The one who thinks it’s okay to eat all your food.

“Oh sorry, I thought that really expensive piece of steak was mine” or “Oh I thought you bought that bottle of French wine for me, oops”.

Cleaning products? What the hell are they?

5) The one who never does any cleaning.

And my Mum thought I was messy! Apparently (or so I’ve heard) some guys think they’re best off living with girls because they’ll have someone ‘to clean up after them’. Nope. Don’t think you’ve got that right. Try again. But rest assured, if they do have an out of body experience and start tidying away all their endless shit, they’ll decide to do it at 2am, the day before an exam, when you’re trying to sleep.

6) The one who plays ridiculously loud music at the most inconsiderate times of the day.

Your music is rubbish and nobody wants to hear it. I will send you passive aggressive texts to get you to turn it down and you will not like it. Deal with it.

I think I can see a plate in there somewhere…

Sound familiar to anyone?

If it doesn’t and you’ve managed to avoid these housemate horrors, I applaud you for navigating the mind field of student living successfully and reaching housemate heaven.

But take a minute and feel for those of us who have that one housemate who manages to encompass every types of housemate. How? I do not know but, somehow, they make it possible for you to hate them 6 times over.

So I Made a Magazine…

For a recent module on my degree, one of the final assessments was to create your own magazine. Probably the best module I’ve ever taken, and definitely the only time I’ll ever say I enjoyed an assessment.

Using my Photoshop and In Design skills and in true predictable style, I opted to create a student based publication called ‘Studentypical’. Typical. Student. Stereotypical. Get it? Yeah, I know, it sounded a lot better in my head.

I’m actually pretty damn proud of it and I spent a gazillion hours writing and making it (you may recognise a few of the articles), so without further ado, here’s the finished product.

Any feedback or comments on it would be greatly appreciated.

Unfortunately WordPress doesn’t let you embed cool stuff like this, so instead, click on the link below and head to the mystical site of Issuu.com. (If possible, look at it on a computer rather than your phone, otherwise it doesn’t show up properly)

http://issuu.com/emilyadams0/docs/studentypical?e=11686207/7969158

Thank you!

indy (2)Just a quick post to say thank you so much to everyone that read, liked, commented on, tweeted and shared my recent article. I really appreciate everyone’s support with it. I am so grateful that it seems to have helped many people and am completely overwhelmed by how far it’s gone. Now I guess it’s time to come back down to reality and do some more writing and something else I can’t quite remember… Oh yes, my degree.

Here’s the link if you missed it: http://www.independent.co.uk/voices/comment/whos-scared-of-the-word-cancer-katie-hopkins-i-am-9176059.html