I am Bronwyn. My closest friends and family call me Bee. I have a little scar next to my eye from standing on a chair in nursery, shouting at the top of my lungs for a marmite sandwich and an undying love for foam bananas. I’m terrified of zombies (despite the fact I know they don’t exist). Having worked in a baby shop and children’s nurseries- I know a ridiculous amount about babies without ever having had one (and for some reason I could list off 15 pushchair brands, but struggle to recall what I learnt last week at Uni). I love cats, but fear them equally- for I find them peculiarly unpredictable creatures. I study history because I enjoyed it and it seemed to close the least doors for me in life. I’m an open book, my emotions are splashed across my face the second I feel them, I’m oversensitive, silly 80% of the time, prone to over-apologising and ultimately imperfect, but not insignificant. I am a people person. I like to please. I am working on accepting that not everyone will like me all of the time- and that’s OK. I have been, and still am, vulnerable at times and have found confidence isn’t borne out of things going right, often confidence grows when, quite frankly, the shit hits the fan.
I am a work in progress. I am enough. I belong. I am me: perfectly imperfect.
Remember you are too. Your best is enough. You belong. You are fiercely loved. You are perfectly imperfect.
- Deadlines completed: 0
- Mock Exams completed: 0
- YouTube Videos watched: at least 15
- Workouts: 0
- Procrastination Status: Queen
Whenever I come home from University, I try to be as realistic as I can when it comes to work. I think: ‘give yourself a week off, get back into the zone, then you’ll be ready to smash the deadlines.’ Nah. It just doesn’t seem to work like that. My ‘week off’ of University work has turned into 2 weeks off.
I seem to be able to fill my time with the most random of things, for example rearranging my bedroom. At the time this seemed like a necessity- in hindsight it probably wasn’t.
Likewise, I started to watch Broadchurch, the third series. Having been pretty gripped, I decided to watch the first and second series too… and then moved onto Happy Valley. Essentially, I have been doing anything but work.
I went holiday shopping with my Mum and sister and visited the cutest coffee shop in West Quay, Southampton. As you have probably gathered, I am a complete sucker for coffee shops.
I feel like all I ever do on this blog is post pictures of walks and beaches, but I can honestly say the beach is my happy place. The beaches near me aren’t typically ‘scenic’, in fact they’re stony and have huge vessels sailing past all the time. And the water can be pretty gross at times too if I’m honest. But it’s almost always sunny, most definitely windy, always noisy and you can see the Isle of White across the boaty water. It’s somewhere I always drag Jack out to, to grab a coffee- surprise surprise!
Yesterday we took a stroll with some friends to the beach and sat on the stones for a while, before heading back for a roast. It was my favourite kind of Sunday.
Hope you all had a great weekend 🙂
I feel as though I haven’t posted anything on here for ages, but the last two weeks have been the hardest of my entire University experience.With a History Degree, it’s kind of expected to feel as though the deadlines are never ending- 50% of the course is based on coursework. But crikey, the last fortnight has been slightly hellish/ very hellish.
But today I submitted my first Essay that counts towards my degree- a whopping 4,500 words of complete desperation. Who cares if five minutes before the electronic deadline I realised the referencing was wrong? Pfft, not me! (Slight lie, this was only after crying and realising there was nothing I could do about it.)
Seriously though, I am in a weird limbo at the moment, having gone from mega stress to kind of nothing to do. So I have filled my time with fake tan, nail polish and YouTube- oh and street food and coffee!
I always find that around stressful parts of term, life in general likes to give me a hard time too.
- Formative Essay Feedback- one of my lecturers gave me my essay feedback in German. I don’t know much German. The best I can do is ask to take my blazor off, or tell someone I own a dog.
- No Hairbrush– this is kind of pathetic, but proves I am pretty lucky to have a boyfriend like Jack. So, just to set the scene, it’s 2 am, I’m making some last minute touches to my essay aka writing a conclusion. And I had just got out of the shower. I look in my overnight bag and I have no hair brush. Naturally, this was the end of the world. Jack then pulled out this tiny little comb and starts brushing my hair while I write the conclusion- it took roughly 20 minutes to get my hair knot free.
- Sitting on ink in my favourite coat– need I say more?
However, it is not all doom and gloom- as shown by the pictures of Leamington Spa that I took last weekend, while taking a walk with Jack. It was actually a really nice day, we had cake and tea, and watched the geese and mallards in the pond. While sat on a little bench. I promise it was more exciting than that sounds!
It was kind of fun watching the Mallards trying to woo the lady Mallards- those ducks get sassy.
I am officially done for Term 2 of my 2nd year at Warwick University and I am so, so happy to be going home for Easter in just 2 days.