has Facebook. Even our mums. But does it make it hard for us to speak
to people face to face? Have we forgotten how to address people
properly and are we being rude when we sit with our faces glued to
our iPhones at every given opportunity?
is great for talking to friends when they're perhaps at other
universities and we can't see them as often as we'd like. However, do
you really need to write to your flatmate in the next room via the
internet something ridiculous, for instance, 'Dude, we've got lecture
in 20, you awake mate??'. Just knock on the door and be civilised.
we all do the 'look at our phone when we're on our own so we don't
feel quite so awkward' scenario. Just to feel a bit less alone while
we're waiting for someone or a bus when making eye contact with the
gent opposite is too cringey. Yet when we're out having a drink with
our friends and they're constantly on their phones, it can make you
contemplate why you bothered venturing out of your comfort zone to
spend a fortune on a beer, to then be ignored for the duration of the
night. Or to be informed several times about someone's relationship
status that you've never even met, yet you still feel inclined to say
that you can't believe they've got a girlfriend either.
people check Facebook in the cinema more often nowadays, which forms
all kind of nightmare situations. Imagine you're sat with a massive
bucket of popcorn, slurping on a slush and watching the latest horror
film with eyes as wide as an owl, (which for the record you've taken
out a loan just to be able to be there). Then sat next to you is
someone, whether a friend or a stranger, with a phone screen about as
bright as the sun, checking to see who likes their profile picture
that they uploaded a whole two minutes ago. They then proceed to look
gormless and start flailing around screeching 'Oh buzzing! Daz 'The
Man' Drayton has liked my profile pic!'. It sort of ruins the moment.
being able to communicate with people on the web can make us
anti-social in person, not only because we're hooked to the latest
gadgets and gizmos but because we can't talk to people correctly.
We've forgotten how to converse with our lecturers differently than
our friends. Which is fine if your lecturer is hip and down with the
kids but not really sufficient vocabulary for approaching a Professor
people will start to think, 'do I need to go out?', I can just chat
online all night and stay in my pyjamas forever. In the end we will
become agoraphobics, finding it unnecessary to leave our rooms
because we know what everyone else is doing every minute of the day.
Would that type of contact with other human beings be enough for us?
is seen as either a mess, simply unsightly scribbles on the walls of
the city or to others, an amazing concept, a pièce
de résistance. But is it really vandalism? Should we blame a
generation for expressing their feelings or should we embrace it;
whether it conveys an angry or a positive message?
artwork is morbid and sometimes even disturbing, for instance when on
the wall or your local shop the haphazard words 'death is near'
scream at you, it may seem farfetched and often a little pointless.
Except not all of it is this juvenile, a lot of it has taken time and
thought. In urban environments, street art can often give the public
something to contemplate, and potentially something they can relate
To produce a lot
of the graffiti found in city centres, a stencil has to be drawn and
cut out first. This is usually if an image is being rendered rather
than just the words 'Fresh' or 'Cool'. Spray paint is also the most
tempremental material to use on the planet. The street artists only
get one chance to paint their canvas (since it's the walls of a city
it doesn't rub off so well), yet there are rarely mistakes make in
this type of art. It's a fearless way of expressing yourself, put out
there for everyone to see.
accessible for all classes and ages, a rebellion against art being
made only for big shots who can afford it in their homes. As a
student you aren't likely to be able to afford the latest auction of
the last painting Van Gogh ever created, so graffiti will have to do.
There's no back breaking admission prices either. It's also most
likely to have been done by someone the same age as you. Maybe
they're crazy, maybe they love dogs, or perhaps they hate their mum
and needed to write it on that streetlamp. Either way, its going to
be there every time you walk past it, so you might as well get used
Another thing to
consider is how they manage to get onto the bridges on the motorway.
Graffiti often covers all corners of underground walkways, surely the
artists must be half spider monkey to reach the places they do? They
must be determined in order to dangle over a busy street just to be
bothered to write their name or possibly 'School's Out' upside down.
Whether you are
a fan of street art or aren't really fazed by it, it's someone elses
personal thoughts and feelings which they wanted to express, which
they're probably proud of. If it looks cool then that's half the
battle and it might make a good cover photo for your Facebook page.
Search 'Street Art Anarchy' on Facebook and Instagram for updates
about new contemporary street art all over the world. Street art
could help you design your tattoo you've wanted for so long. Oh, and
if you're not familiar with Banksy's work, you need to look at it.
majority of us have read it or at least heard of it. Perfect for
someone who loves to read but finds themselves with little time on
their hands, due to spending all hours of the day (and night)
committed to that assignment you despised from the word go.
novel has sentiments that, despite being ancient and written in 1951,
echo the problems that follow coming of age for us today. For
instance; we all frequently hate the world as the transformation of
teenager to adult is such a torturous experience, particularly
because of the numerous responsibilities to cope with when we'd
rather just be playing Pokémon.
Catcher is a good book to read for essay-writing masochists as it's
around 200 pages long, with small chapters that make it easy to put
down and pick up again, especially if the flat upstairs decides to
turn it up to 11, disturbing mentality to the point of no recovery.
is set over 2 days in New York, in which a lot of cash gets blown,
mainly on alcohol and cigarettes, hotel rooms, ice-skating, the
cinema and a hell of a lot of taxis. It also deals with themes such
as depression. If anyone knows about depression, it's students.
Deadlines and the pressures of whether to go out or not are enough to
make anyone contemplate their own existence. The protagonist, Holden
Caulfield, suffers with the disorder. He narrates the story, looking
back on his time before he becomes 'ill'. The trigger could be the
fact that he's failing at his fourth college. He contradicts himself
a lot, just like the rest of us, changing our minds like British
weather. His behaviour is inconsistent and he refers to several
people as a 'phoney', finding faults in everyone he meets, which is
too easy when people are complete morons, right?
Caulfield recalls things from his childhood, like the ducks in the
park, always wondering where they go in the winter when the lake
freezes over. When he visits the museum, he's pleased that it never
changes, the exhibits remain the same. He doesn't, however, like the
fact he's changed so much every time he visits. He just wants to be a
kid again, which don't we all? A time when you don't have to worry
about when your rent money is due, you didn't have to make sure
you're eating habits are relatively normal and that you don't look
too much like a zombie from next to no sleep night after night.
of this ring true? If you wish you were a kid again and you'd rather
not have to face the challenges of adulthood just yet, or you're an
insomniac, maybe this is the book for you. It's also a good read
because it's very American and there's a bit of swearing every now
and then. It might give you some inspiration and get you motivated
for that 50 million word dissertation that's right on your doorstep.