ANNOUNCEMENT: Drake To Teach Summer Course At Glendon

As we all know, Drake recently began construction of a multi-million dollar mansion in the Bridlepath, in close proximity to the campus. In a bid to give back to the local community, he has volunteered to teach a summer course at Glendon and is in negotiations with the university regarding the potential of an extended…

#WhyAreYUHere : All Roads Lead To Glendon

This month, Team Awesome are waxing philosophical and pondering why we are here at Glendon.  All roads lead to Glendon. I realised this in hindsight. When pondering this month’s theme #WhyAreYUHere, it’s not really a matter of why I chose to be here: Glendon was not my first choice school. It was barely even a choice:…

Rediscovering Magic in the Classroom: An Account of EN 3636

Books were always at the epicentre of my childhood. As a toddler, I had an insatiable appetite for story time. On the first day of the school holidays, my mum would take us to the Waterstones on Milsom Street and we would spend hours combing the shelves before picking out our holiday reading. By the…

Lessons I’m Learning

Here’s the thing: I have always assumed that by certain milestones I’ll become a particular person, fully equipped to deal with her situation. By 23, I had figured I’d be a graduate, doing my Masters in London, England, working part time for some really cool company, with a cat and a nice boy living in…

No, I’m Not Bonkers: A Transfer Student’s Retrospective

By the summer after my first year, I could see that I wasn’t thriving– I was barely even surviving. I had three options:

1. I could stay put and struggle on
2. I could drop out, or
3. I could do the unthinkable, and transfer to a university closer to my family.

My head told me to stick it out. My heart told me that I absolutely couldn’t drop out of my degree. And my entire being rushed into the realisation that really, my three options had become one.

I had to transfer, and I had just under 6 weeks to do it in.