WEEK 2 brief of my creative drama class: Write a scene in which one person is jealous of the other. University A Play by Siraj Patel CHARACTERS TIM – Eighteen-year-old boy from East London MARY - Eighteen-year-old girl, Tim’s girlfriend, a heavier East London accent ACT 1, SCENE 1 A classroom, there are four rows…Read more University – A Play
He had to do it again. This was the worst part of the job. As a young child, he had hated school assemblies and even now, whenever he would see his son standing on stage, his eyes would tear up. Never mind the fact his eight year old voice would squeak throughout the hall, sounding…Read more Breathe
My essays were due the following day but when I was summoned to do some video logging for the On Assignment team at ITV, I jumped at the chance. Now before you tut tut and mutter priorities, let me reassure you that I had mostly completed my courseworks and so I was able to say…Read more I am a ‘Logger’
As I prepare for the one exam of my first semester, let me remind myself of how I felt after sitting my first university exams two years ago. Impersonal. That is how I would describe the difference between the exams of the past and the exam I sat today. When you would walk into an…Read more What’s Different About University Exams?
Those students who constantly bang on about university fees in the UK being £9,000 a year have now been silenced. No longer can they shout in demonstrations, protests and marches that the government is allowing universities to charge this amount, despite there being no tangible benefits to the majority of undergraduate students. Instead, they must…Read more Sly Government
As I stepped off the bus after an exhausting day at an assessment centre, I heard someone calling my name. It was a former tutee's father and he began to discuss the current situation he was facing with his son. To uni, or not to uni. He was of the opinion that going to university…Read more To Uni, Or not to Uni?
My Grandmother’s Kitchen The numb stone floor thuds against my shoe As my fingers graze the stained wood-mix worktops. I can see Mum searching for plastic bags In the shed that I used to play in. Triumphant, she comes in clutching An array of cobalt, green and white. “We will be leaving soon,” she says,…Read more My Grandmother’s Kitchen