Observations of a Fictional Girl

Hello there dear readers, I hope your respective Friday evenings are full of the relaxation or celebration you need after a long week. For me it has felt a busy yet lovely one but I am slowly losing a sense of what day of the week it is as they are all blurring into one, so the weekend is a welcome break. However in contrast to my light hearted blog posted this morning I'd like to take this chance to write about something serious and personal if you'll bare with me. As today is World Mental Health day I'd like to share with you my experience with mental health issues. Since I started writing  a blog I have debated using it as a method of 'confession' and I feel like today I am doing so for the right reasons and not for gratuitous publicity. Please feel free to tell me if anything does sound preachy! I'm not a hundred percent sure how to begin and I don't feel like sugar coating things is the way to voice this aspect of my life so I'll just state

Hello there dear readers, I hope this blog post finds you well and your respective weeks have been suitably exciting. My own week has been rather wonderful and this is largely due to the visit my grandparents made up to Sheffield for a few days. It was very special to have this company as living a reasonable (a body of water separating) distance from my immediate family I can't go home for a weekend when I feel like it and as exciting as university is there are several moments when this extra distance is felt keenly.  My lovely family when we were on holiday in Amsterdam, eating a curry as per usual.  I miss them lots. The presence of lovely flatmates and wonderful friends are already a blessing but having family around was a real treat. The grandparents- or Grammie and Grampie as I like to call them- had planned to visit me in my first year of living in Sheffield but we all ended up being so busy that it just didn't happen until this year. They arrived on Tuesday

Hello there dear readers, A very warm welcome on this cold Sunday evening to the third and final instalment of this bumper edition of Observations of a Fictional Girl. I'd like to take this opportunity to devote a blog post to one of my inspirations in life whom I was lucky enough to meet last week in Sheffield City Hall. I am referring, with great reverence to the wonderful man that is Stephen Fry. It was way back in May that I booked tickets, at my boyfriend Leo's suggestion, to go see Mr Fry live and I have been excited ever since then not really believing that it would ever actually happen. Then last week it did and it was glorious. Stephen Fry, as most of the well informed Harry Potter fans among you will know, provided the voice for the Harry Potter series when they were turned into audio books and as such his voice has always been one I was familiar with, and had a presumed companionship with, from an early age. This link was what started my awareness of

Hello again readers, As promised here is the second instalment of this weeks bumper edition blog from yours truly. This week has been my first experience of my autumn semester modules of level 2 and it's been all guns blazing with no nice fluffy introductory period like first year. This was particularly highlighted for me by my brains continual acceptance of such a gear change in reading from books I enjoy to a multitude of articles but such is university life and I will adjust in turn. Plus the fact the my Woody Allen module involves a weekly film screening (regrettably at 9am on a Monday morning) means that I can have a slight reprieve from the medium of literature that pervades my week. In regards to reflection I draw my subject matter back to the weekend of September the 20th and 21st, which was only a fortnight ago but feels much longer than that, wherein I assisted at University of Sheffield's Intro Weekend helping first years move into their accommodation. The posi