Exam time

I have lost count of the amount of times I have cursed myself for not having a photogenic memory in the last 2 weeks. Or the times that I have wondered if there is any other way than hard work to remember all the facts, processes and definitions that marketing and PR exams contain.

The answer I’ve come up with is no. Sadly. There is no easy way around exams. I guess the best bet is to keep up with the reading throughout the year, but even if you do so, if you are anything like me, you’ll spend the days before the exam going through the possible subjects in slight panic and repeating process steps over, and over, and over to yourself, wondering why you just can’t seem to remember anymore information.

And sometimes, when you have reached the point where anything you are reading or citing to yourself is just not attaching inside your brain, it’s better to take a break and get some fresh air and a sunburn, and throw some balls around. Which is what I have been doing on a few occasions during this exam period. The sunburn was actually obtained during a last minute revision (I know you shouldn’t do that, but it makes me feel better) before a Market Research exam, which probably explains why I didn’t pay attention to the fluorescent red colour appearing on my skin.

And now, with only one exam to go, although my brain feels really tired, I am extremely motivated. Only one more opportunity to put in an extra effort. It would be stupid not to, really. At least summer is just around the corner. Friends, travel, work, interning and adventures, which is probably the biggest motivation of them all.

 From top left: Sunburn before Marketing Research exam, candles making revision nicer,  handing in coursework and the good/terrified feeling that comes with it, procrastination-muffins, hardcore revision at the library on a sunny day with Therese and Lina, a ‘time out’ day in Kennington with petanque and mandatory moustaches (middle), another coursework farewell, revision material, aka things I had to remember for my Consumer Psychology exam. 


Facebook babies and crazy mothers

I have them.

You have them. 

We all have them. 

Those Facebook friends who can talk about nothing but their babies. What they have just done, what they’ve said, pictures of them with their little faces covered in some unidentified food, etc. If you are anything like me, you are probably often asking yourself the question, while scrolling down your Facebook timeline, “Why, oh why do these mothers (Why is it always the mothers?) feel this need to share every little detail about their babies?!”

Obviously it is because they love them, and think they are the most incredible little creatures in the world, and that everybody else will obviously feel exactly the same way. Understandable. I don’t mind the occasional picture, or occasional baby-quote. But I do mind previously sensible women posting updates every hour about what their baby has been up to. Because, lets face it, babies don’t get up to much, really. 

In my (Face)book it is a very valid de-friending reason if it continues for more than a week. 

And in a sense, is it not a little bit wrong to post questionable photos etc. of a, although little, human being, without their consent? They are clearly too small to have an opinion or a say, but if you think about it, the pictures of children uploaded to Facebook are technically owned by Facebook. There are of course privacy settings, but as Facebook is a million dollar company, and not just a social network, they have the right to change their privacy settings whenever they want to. And I am guessing that many of their users might be slightly confused at times, and might not do the necessary research to only share things with the people they wish to share them with. 

With the amount of Ultra scan images I’ve seen on Facebook lately, I reckon a large amount of children in this day and age have been tagged in a photo on Facebook, long before they were even born. 

Fingers crossed I’ll never be one of them. And if I fall in, I sincerely hope than someone will hit me in the head and tell me to stop it.