A 21-year-old’s plea to all 18 to 24-year-olds to vote tomorrow.

The last day of election campaigns is upon us and with it the last push to vote. Politicians are pulling out their best rhetoric, policies, and marketing to gain your vote.

Although you received your voting slip a while ago, you are still staring at it blankly, wondering whether you should vote at all.

Or, like many others you should boycott something so minuscule.

But please, before you do that, understand its consequence.

There is so much going on in our lives that many claim to be far too busy to visit a polling station. Many claim that there is no point in voting when all politicians play the same lying character. They only look after a section of our society and often make promises that will never be fulfilled.

But please, before you give up on politics, consider the implications.

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Grammar schools fail those who are poor.

Since Theresa May’s grammar school announcement, there has been much debate surrounding the success of such a school. I have seen a plethora of articles detailing the negative effects to a child’s mental health, the elitist process that sieves out the poor in favour of the rich and even personal accounts of a pupil’s own experiences in such an environment. Many articles I have read have been negative; both in the practicality of May’s proposal, as well as the side-effects of a grammar-style education.

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An Ode to Halloween

Halloween, the time for ghouls and ghosts, for devils and demons but in recent years Halloween has been rife with slutty pumpkins, hoards of black cats and abysmal foam costumes. What happened to the vampires, fake blood and decaying dead?!

As a child, Halloween was a time for free sweets, chocolate and sometimes the odd 20p. Knocking on my neighbours doors and shouting ‘Trick or Treat!’ at the top of my lungs was possibly one of my favourite past times. Dressing up caused chaos. As the bin liners were ripped and red felt sewn, the house turned from luxury to decrepit mansion; the ultimate Halloween haven.

Since then I’ve taken Halloween seriously.

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A different approach to my usual weekly segment. 

I want to write a post today to spread the word about a campaign set up by The Tab Glasgow to help install CCTV cameras along a road in West End Glasgow. For any of you who do not know Glasgow that well, Kelvin Way is home to one of the most popular parks in Glasgow: Kelvingrove. When paired next to a University campus and a short walk to student accommodation and concert venues such as the SSE Hydro, the road is heavily used by student and members of the community.

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If I ever get dementia, shoot me like a race horse.

Dear Dementia,

Few people know this but you are not a disease. You are a collective of symptoms which describe the diseases which cause you. The term dementia is attributed as a summary of the effects. Unfortunately, you are an inevitable part of life on a global scale. And while everyone’s experience of you is different, you often change personalities. Causing an inability to communicate, create delusions and hallucinations, and give problems when judging distance and speed.

In 2011, Dementia you changed my life. You infected the one person I could always talk to. The one person who I have always admired. You changed her so much that now she does not know who I am. I have gone from the person who would sit for hours listening contently to her stories to simply a woman. I no longer share an attachment to her like I used to. Continue reading “If I ever get dementia, shoot me like a race horse.”

I wish the term ‘poor’ would stop defining me as a student.

This morning the government announced the scrapping of maintenance grants in favour of loans. While another policy is aimed at students, it seems the poorest of us are those who will suffer most.

Since a young age, the importance of intellect and education was instilled in me. It has become second nature to me to do well. So much so, at 11 I was accepted in to a grammar school after passing the entrance examination. I was one of many who achieved the highest GCSE’s and A-Level qualifications and in my final year, I was given a specialist award for endeavour. Due to this, I was awarded a scholarship from Glasgow university to cover costs of books and any other equipment I may need.

I managed all this whilst being raised in a council house with little income. My mum would budget heavily, saving for months to buy the expensive grammar school uniform. Scrimping back on her own food in order to buy me stationary and books. And giving my sister and I the majority of the food at meal times so that we could think and learn to the best of our ability. We owned no technology until secondary school and it was then that my sister and I used our own savings to buy laptops and mobile phones. My educational achievements are due to the unending sacrifices my mum made in order for us to never find out how poor we truly were. We were raised heavily on morals and imagination, and both have served me well. Continue reading “I wish the term ‘poor’ would stop defining me as a student.”

You know society is fucked when the person who called you fat is offended when you tell them to fuck off.

I have always been a girl disgusted by societies view of weight. I feel sick when I see the latest thigh gap, A4 paper or iPhone sized trend clogging social media. The standards that people place on themselves and others disgusts me.

Although I can’t wholeheartedly say that I haven’t been drawn in by some of these views myself, because I have. I’ve been dragged in to the cycle of a society obsessed by looks and beauty. Weighing myself at every opportunity, looking at my stomach in the mirror each night to see how much it protrudes and wishing I was considered good enough.

As a child I was fat – not adorable ‘aw aren’t you so cute’ puppy fat, but full on mammoth obese.

At the age of approximately 8 (or around then) I fractured my spine. This meant exercise – even walking -was excruciating. I could do nothing – I couldn’t even sit down or stand up for a long periods of time.

At the age of 11, I became house bound for at least 8 months – maybe more. I put on weight at a considerable speed. At such an age, I hadn’t considered the standards placed on people. I thought I was okay but the people around me thought differently.

It wasn’t until I saw a photo of myself at a friends birthday party that I realised how much fat I was carrying. My stomach was round and protruded from under my dress. In honest truth, I looked 9 months pregnant.

I gave up chocolate for lent in desperation that it would fix the problem. Continue reading “You know society is fucked when the person who called you fat is offended when you tell them to fuck off.”