As I sit here in my twenty-first year of single life, the prospect of turning into Bridget Jones has transformed from a light-hearted joke into a very probable reality. However, as my least favourite day of the year rears its ugly head once again, I’ve dropped my bitter woman act in favour of a more gracious response to the world’s most ridiculous ‘holiday’.
It’s an inevitable part of uni, and it’s not pleasant. Yes, dissertations really are THAT hard.
Because we all love to hate the happy
Because six pounds is a lot when you’re a student