So, a mere 14% of my degree remains, and it takes place in the form of a 5000 word essay to be submitted in two days. That sounds good, but I just can’t write the bloody thing. Neither can the rest of my seminar group who are faced with this arduous task. The reason for this is quite simple. Three consecutive years in which your primary job is to write history essays and read tedious academic pedantry makes you somewhat fed up. I’m just about going to crawl across the finish line, sick to my teeth of writing about trivial matters from history, and pretending that finding the ‘correct’ conclusion to such a problem is the most important thing in the world. Grrr. I can’t wait til it’s out of the way.
Posts Tagged ‘york’
Academic Burnout
Tuesday, May 27th, 2008Veil of Anonymity Foiled
Thursday, May 15th, 2008Well, I’ve made a tiny mistake on the ol’ Internet this time round. One of the student newspapers up at the U of Y, Nouse, has a rather neat website which allows everyone to comment on the stories there. However, most of the comment boards are awash with sweeping judgements and vitriolic attacks based on generalisations made by some of the commenters. People are criticised in a personal way, when there’s really little need or justification for it.
That’s why I use the name ‘Oscar’ when I comment on the noticeboards. Or did use the name ‘Oscar’. People can consider the opinions I put forward, hopefully without personally judging me without knowing the full story. But, in an act akin to going into battle wearing high-vis cycling gear, I’ve blown my own cover. My nice little defence against the cruel slants which abound the comments boards has disintegrated, because of me. Sir Alan would definitely fire me for that one. How’d I do it? I commented as myself on a less politicised and more light-hearted article – one which would probably spare my character being judged – then forgot to revert back to nice-anonymous-Oscar for a more heated debate. Darn.
Your Friendly Neighbourhood Scientologists
Saturday, May 10th, 2008Greetings all, from a roasting hot day up in York (the fifth in a row). I just went for a five minute walk around my neighbourhood to take in the Saturday afternoon sunshine, and encountered a group who had chosen something rather different to do with their weekend. Dressed up in masks, and holding placards, were a group of perhaps six people campaigning against Scientology.
Amusingly enough, there is a local Scientology centre around here. Ominously perched above some takeaways on Hull Road, the wonderfully named ‘Chubbies’* amongst them, is a second floor window which features the word ‘DIANETICS’ in red lettering. This is the name of one of the theories of L. Ron Hubbard, the founder of said religion / cult / business. Across the road from the mysterious window were the protesters. One of them had a double-sided placard which proclaimed ‘Scientologists tried to have me arrested for this’, and on the reverse ‘Warning: Scientologists operating in this area’. Another of them was less wordy. ‘Scientology Kills’, said his writing on a piece of A4 paper.
This isn’t the first time the modest Scientology centre in York has witnessed such a protest. A little while ago, a group called ‘Anonymous’ did this, and since today’s individuals were disguised in science-fictionesque masks, I figured them to be the same group.
I have to be honest, I’ve not noticed a bustling Scientology scene in York. I’d imagine that they are protesting against the activities of about three people. Moreover, if the aim of the protesters is to convince the public that a belief in Scientology is restricted solely to nutters and celebrity nutters, it’s fairly reasonable to state that they’re preaching to the converted. I don’t know anyone who fears Xenu, the dictator of the Galactic Confederacy back in BC 75,000,000.
So, if I was the protesters, I think I would have spent the afternoon sat outside, taking in the sun. Their job doesn’t need doing.
*I have nothing against Chubbies Takeaway. At least they’re being honest (like the similarly-named takeaway ‘Fat Boy’s’). On the other hand, McDonalds seems convinced it should be called McHealthFoods, whilst clogging everyone’s McArteries.
What lies beneath the floorboards?
Sunday, April 27th, 2008Student houses aren’t renowned for their build quality or maintenance. Whilst I’ve been at university, I’ve known of a house where its main electrics had been underneath a foot of water for months, another featured a hole in the ceiling between the kitchen and an upstairs bedroom, and my girlfriend’s house had a random Polish guy living in it last summer. None of her housemates had invited him there, yet he had keys. Strange.
Anyhow, I just walked out of my bedroom. I do this fairly often, unsurprisingly enough. However, It is not fairly often that one of the floor tiles beneath my ground floor lair crumbles away into a different lair beneath me. This, dear bloggites, was a first. I don’t suppose it would be so bad if the tile had just cracked. These things happen. But there’s a hole under the house, and now I’m terrified that a band of conspiratorial rats will realise that mere dirt stands between them and a nice centrally-heated house full of delicious treats.
If you don’t hear from me soon, I might be in the floorboards beneath my own house. Possibly by my own choice whilst I build a cellar, but probably because I’ve fallen through, or been kidnapped by the aforementioned rodents.
Man of Mystery
Saturday, April 19th, 2008
Behold the wonderful artwork of Chris Swann* and his rather interesting depiction of me. In all seriousness, that is Microsoft Paint doodling at its best. Lucy** said that I look like a flasher in this picture. I said that I rather fancied I looked like a detective. She said ‘Ok, a detective who’s a pervert in his spare time’. Smashing.
*Chris Swann is a comrade of mine up at the U of Y. He is also doing a history degree, and has accomplished the amazing rank of Dungsweeper-in-Chief on the York University ElePolo Team. He spends a great deal of time being a vocal socialist and preaching the good word of anarchism.
** Lucy is my girlfriend. I don’t know why I put up with her bullying ways though. As I have tried to explain, ‘Domestic Abuse, No Excuse’.
Déjà Viewed
Saturday, April 5th, 2008At 12:45pm on Saturday 5th April 2008, I found myself sat in The Terrace – a sports bar in York. Similarly, on Wednesday 2nd April 2008 I was sat in pretty much the same seat at 7:45pm. Both times, I was sat there in order to watch Arsenal play Liverpool at the Emirates Stadium. Roughly two hours after each of these times, I left the premises having just witnessed the teams draw one-all. In a few days, the teams clash again in the return leg of the first tie, which was a Champions League quarter-final match (the second being a Premier League one).
The reason for my déjà vu is not altogether complicated. Let me explain. I was once an Arsenal fan, and they remain in my affections both because of this, and because my girlfriend supports them. As a result of this allegiance, I suffered from the same strong feeling twice in a few days. My feeling was that Arsenal would fare better if they fielded Stephen Hawking, The Fonz and a plant pot as three of their starting eleven.
When they play again on Tuesday, the circumstances will be different. Not only because I will be at home watching it on ITV instead, but also because Liverpool are at home, and the woeful inadequacy of Arsenal’s current form will be demonstrated in a live thrashing on British television. Sort it out Mr. Wenger, and sort it out fast!
Electioneering
Friday, March 7th, 2008Up here at the University of York, we have a running joke. It’s called the Student Union. This week, our beloved YUSU is holding its elections for next year’s officers. In true YUSU style, the link which one needs to get to the voting pages isn’t anywhere on their home page. Information about up-coming piss-ups, a webcam which nobody watches, and an irritating facebook link take its place. If you feel like voting, but don’t care about what you’re voting for, there is a massive link to voting on the UGM stuff which nobody cares about.
Such is the quality of the York University Student Union.
Undeterred, I searched ‘YUSU elections’ on the ol’ Google-o-matic 2000, and navigated my way to the relevant pages. Now, for those of you who are not part of the University of York, you need to know that the YUSU ship is going to be commandeered this week. The leading presidential candidate, Cap’n Tom Scott, is a pretend pirate. Don’t let this fool you – he’s a remarkably witty and clever chap – but nonetheless, a man with policies of ‘cutlasses for all’ and ‘training in swashbuckling for all SU officers’ is going to become the President of the Union!
This may seem ridiculous, but I think it is just smashing. A lot of people who I talk to feel that YUSU is a joke. It is run poorly by people who are hideously unrepresentative of the bulk of the student population. I think, therefore, it would be good if the Union outwardly became a joke. Let’s have a bit more honesty in politics! With this belief firmly placed in my mind, I gave my vote to Cap’n Tom, and hope that later tonight I hear news of his successful election.
As for other the posts, it’s same old same old. Some candidates seem reasonable. Most are rubbish. For a couple I actually selected ‘re-open nominations’ as my vote. Oh well. As long as everyone next year gets their cutlass.
Israel: ‘Talking Peace But Preparing For War’
Sunday, February 24th, 2008It has often been said that one is more likely to regret the things they haven’t done than the things they have. This is always likely to be true of me. It is my natural reaction to shy away from new situations, and fear the unknown however petty or harmless the new situation actually is. One thing I find myself tempted to regret at the moment (though regret is such a strong word) is that I have not taken full advantage of guest speaker lectures during my undergraduate career at the University of York. Admittedly, this is hardly on a par with things like ‘I regret that I never told my Mum I loved her before she was killed by a falling block of frozen aviation urine’ or ‘I regret not dropping it all and leaving for Hawaii rather than staying with my office job in Stevenage’. Thankfully, I don’t have to regret either of those things. Thus, the absence of grave regret permits me to regret smaller things.

At any rate, I have about seventeen weeks of study left before my degree becomes a mantelpiece certificate rather than a day job, and I only made my way to one of these lectures for the first time last Friday. Previous ones have been taken by people like J.M. Coetzee and Ian Duncan-Smith. This one was a talk by Professor Manuel Hassassian, the Palestinian ambassador to the United Kingdom (him above), and it had the effect of instantly making me feel that I ought to have visited more talks along similar lines. His lecture was powerful, and punctuated with soundbites like ‘Israel is talking peace, but preparing for war’ and ‘Israel is our common enemy’. All this whilst the tight fiscal policy of the University of York left him without a working microphone. Hassassian did not need such technical gimmickry though – his voice often entered into crescendo accompanied by frantic arm movements. It was phenomenal stuff. I can honestly say that up until this point I remained fairly ignorant of the dire political situation which has beset this region. Obviously I knew about the conflict and its severity, but the intricacies were far from my grasp.
Like all good speakers, Prof Manuel engaged the audience (of a packed lecture theatre) and had them gripped by his every word. The talk inspired me to explore further. It was brilliant because Hassassian’s style of speech was so aggressive and emphatic, yet his main argument was that ‘peace is the only way forward’. I was not the only one to find hints of self-contradiction during this hour, but it only served to make the time more captivating. I often wonder what gets intelligent and complex people like Hassassian so charged and angry, what their sensitivities comprise of, and so on. These talks are a brilliant way to gain insight into these impressive, if not always agreeable, individuals.
With this in mind, it is time to see who is talking next, whilst simultaneously hoping that my PGCE workload is not so heavy in Cambridge next year that I can’t attend similar events. I guess I will be lucky in that respect to study at that particular university, as I imagine they can command highly impressive characters to deliver the odd speech here and there.
To end on a lighter note, don’t you think Prof. Manuel Hassassian up there looks like a cross between Liverpool manager Rafael Benitez, and Radio 2 DJ Steve Wright (as opposed to the now-convicted serial killer of the same name)!
Wait a minute. I inadvertently ended on a note about serial killing. Ne’er mind. Guess some blog posts are just doomed to be inevitably rubbish, particularly ones written by me.
Ciao for now.
The ‘Fall From Grace’
Sunday, February 10th, 2008Interesting developments up here at the University of York this week, as the Student Union welfare rep was forced to resign her post amidst a vote of no confidence which went against her. The outgoing officer – Grace Fletcher-Hackwood – is reported to have punched (or slapped, depending on which report you read) a second year history and politics student – Dan Taylor – following a drunken and heated debate on ethically-sourced merchandise. It is said that he took an extemely right-wing view towards the matter and irritated the officer, who then gave in to a moment of frustration and dealt him an old-fashioned clout round the ear. He then persisted with a campaign to pass a vote of no confidence, which he pressed on Facebook and through verbal assaults, and ultimately succeeded.
Perhaps fortunately for me, I have never met the two individuals responsible for the controversy. What I do know is that a great deal of people regularly complain about the annoying nature of both of them. Dan Taylor, the second year politics and history student, was already a person whose name I had frequently heard bad things about. In fact, the general consensus that he is a detestable pillock is the sole reason I had heard of him at all. He is described, at best, as a deliberately confrontational and provocative moron, and at worst, as a staunchly racist bigot. Grace Fletcher-Hackwood on the other hand, is described with frightening regularity as a cliche of an individual – your typical radical bisexual feminist – whose opinions are so blindingly strong that she fails to see the truth in anyone else’s. These are not my opinions of them. As I say, I’ve never met them, but it does seem to be what nearly everyone else thinks. At a small university like this one, a reputation can really spread. Personally, I don’t want to judge them, but judgement has definitely been cast – if not by me, then by others.
Dan Taylor may have come off worse than he thinks. If he is foolish enough to believe that he will be viewed solely as an innocent victim of a welfare rep’s uncontrollable temper, then he is sorely mistaken. Most people seem to be viewing the vendetta with which he persued Fletcher-Hackwood’s resignation as an egotistical act of great maliciousness, but one which is nonetheless characteristic of the turd-like qualities of Taylor himself. As for Grace herself, her reputation lies, not unwholly undeservedly, in tatters. The punishment of losing her only source of income, and possibly her house (and what else she pays for with this income), as well as being publicly shamed on the front page of the York Press is arguably too severe. However, it is remarkably stupid for a student officer for welfare, of all positions, to get horrendously drunk in the first place, let alone to hit someone in so doing. I would argue that it is an offence which definitely compromises the integrity of a welfare rep. [I am undecided, not that I haven't considered it, whether or not it means she should leave her post, hence I didn't vote]. Now, she is perhaps to be viewed as an opinionated and cliched buffoon who reacted too strongly when she made a political dispute become personal.
In my opinion, and for what little it is worth, the matter deserves to be taken rather more seriously than it has been. The whole incident reflects incredibly poorly on the state of student politics at the University of York, and not much better on the student journalism of the institution. That said, I wouldn’t want to overestimate the importance of student politics on the outside world. Nobody really cares that much, not even the students themselves. This incident is an exception. Despite this, the wellbeing and prospects of the individuals concerned could, and probably will, be affected because of these developments and the publicity they have attracted. If not at the university, then possibly elsewhere.
The most significant point is that nobody will come out of this debacle looking good. YUSU (the Student Union of the University of York) has been tainted by another scandal which once again proves its incompetence in successfully representing a body of intelligent and sensitive students. Not only this, but more people took part in this vote of no confidence than in the last Union presidential election. What does this say about either the Union or its students? The student newspapers have essentially villified Fletcher-Hackwood, leaving her character, and possibly her life, in ruins, without considering the full implications of such a portrayal. Meanwhile, the dislike towards Dan Taylor has increased, and the eyeball-rolling about Fletcher-Hackwood will have reached unprecedented levels.
For interesting reading, look at the report and debate on the Nouse website. A radio show on University Radio York features a post-dismissal Fletcher-Hackwood reflecting on it, a mere two hours after the vote.
None of this needed to happen; if people could just be more considerate to each other and get a little perspective, then the problem may have been avoided. But, it’s happened now, and it is all thoroughly lamentable. But anyway, there are far more important things in life than the perpetual popularity contest of student society. I hope, a couple of years down the line, that I find non-student life to be a little less frustating in its pettiness, and I hope that a more unjudgemental humanity will shine through from somewhere.
Finally, on a note of ‘delusions of grandeur’, I offer a final point. Maybe people could judge both Dan Taylor and Grace Fletcher-Hackwood a little less? Simultaneously, and particularly relevant to those two, people could maybe think more about their actions both before they do them, and in reflecting afterwards?
JML Super Bike Pro
Monday, February 4th, 2008At the start of my second year at university, in October 2006, I bought myself a bicycle. Not a bad one; it was reduced from £260 to £100 – hopefully not because it was bad. In the following twelve months, I actually managed to put 800 miles on it, according to a savvy little bike computer that I attached to it. Not too shabby, huh. This meant I got quite nifty at getting around speedily.
Anyways, this year I live in a house which is a couple of miles more convenient for everywhere I need to go. The ol’ bike has spent its time festering in the shed, replaced by nothing but a feeling that walking is easier. Except for occasional urgencies of transportation, that’s where the bike stays. Today was one of those urgencies. I was running late for a seminar, and essentially the only thing that would have got me there on time was a teleport. The bike was my nearest alternative. [This caused a general feeling of 'oh crumbs'].
Unfortunately, so incompetent have I become at riding my bike in a hasty fashion that a man actually overtook me on his bike whilst inconvenienced by holding a newly-purchased JML Super-Mop Pro. And like I once said, you know you’re slow on a bike when you get overtaken by a chap holding a Super-Mop Pro. I think it was me that said that. Might have been Nietzsche.
Must dash.