Exams. At times it feels as though the past few years have solely consisted of a never-ending stream of assignments, tests, essays, and more recently, practical assessments. Perhaps I’m over exaggerating a lot tad, I mean I only spent eight weeks at uni. Though to be fair that period involved at least one 2000 word essay per week, and often more. I’m one of those people who, when an assessment is looming, goes into crazy-lunatic-overdrive mode. Am I a little obsessive? Yeah. Not something I’m proud of but I’m slowly learning to tone things down a bit. Largely because such behaviour results in stress. A lot of stress. And for me, stress equals IBS, which leads to more stress, leading to even worse IBS…you get the idea.
So with a six hour practical exam looming tomorrow morning, followed by two theory tests in the afternoon and another six hour practical on Friday, I have been trying my best to keep the stress at bay. I have recently taken up meditation classes, but there are times when you need to do something that requires a little less, well, concentration. Continue reading
A year ago today I flew out of Western Australia, destined for Oxford University, with five days in South Africa and five weeks in Kenya on-route. Not quite eighteen at the time, it felt as though my perfectly planned ‘journey’ was finally falling into place. And take me on a journey it did, just not in the way I had intended. The past twelve months have produced some unbelievable highs (in particular the whole Kenyan experience), as well as some devastating and highly unpleasant lows. It therefore seems fitting to pen my very first post today, as it too is the start of another chapter in my life. 
Taste Without Waste 