Emma Daniels
Journalism Student
Hey, itās Emma here againāyour local journalism student with a love for cheap nachos and an addiction to flat whites. Iāve officially survived two years at the University of Lincoln, which means Iām basically an expert at reading people based solely on their course. Sorry, but someone had to say it.
Hereās my totally accurate (and obviously not at all judgmental) rundown of what everyone at Lincoln is really likeābased on nothing but vibes and a healthy dose of sarcasm.
If you ever find yourself stuck behind a group of them in the Minerva Building, good luck understanding a single word they say. They communicate exclusively in abbreviations, C++ jokes, and āIāll do it after I finish this side project.ā Theyāre the ones that can hack your Spotify playlist but still canāt make eye contact in the hallway.
Always dressed a bit too smart for 9 am lectures, theyāre on a constant quest for the ānext big thing.ā Theyāll tell you about their startup thatās ālike Uber but for catsā and then ask you to follow their Instagram brand page. They canāt wait to graduate and ānetworkā at every possible eventāeven the free pizza nights.
Nothing is scarier than arguing with a psychology student. Theyāll hit you with āThatās interesting, because youāre deflecting right now.ā Theyāve always got a Freudian explanation for why youāre terrified of clowns and will psychoanalyse your Spotify playlists for fun.
Youāll know them from the jazz hands and the group sing-alongs in the library cafĆ©. Theyāve got that one denim jacket covered in theatre society badges, and they can cry on cueāsometimes even in lectures. Always ready to tell you about their latest monologue or how theyāre āmethod actingā as a barista.
Youāll find them in the library at 2 am, covered in highlighters and tears. Theyāve forgotten what sunlight is and subsist solely on Red Bull and crisps. Their social life consists of the occasional pint at The Swan before they realise they have to build a model of the Cathedral by tomorrow.
Armed with DSLRs and a suspicious amount of equipment for a student, theyāre always āon locationā filming something thatās āgoing to be huge.ā Theyāll ask you to be an extra in their short film and then accidentally cut you from the final edit. They claim theyāll āfix it in postā but never actually do.
Okay, okayāso maybe Iām no better. Weāre the ones with a notebook permanently glued to our hands, always hunting for āthe next big scoopā even if itās just about the new vegan sausage roll in the cafĆ©. Weāll correct your grammar in WhatsApp messages and get unreasonably excited about the Oxford comma. And yes, we might just write a sarcastic blog post about you. Sorry, not sorry.
Donāt worry, itās all in good fun. At the end of the day, uni is all about mixing with people from different backgrounds (and courses) and realising that, deep down, weāre all equally sleep-deprived and caffeine-dependent.
So hereās to the computer science cryptic coders, the business PowerPointers, the psychology human lie detectors, the drama jazz hands, the architecture zombies, the media production Spielbergs, and yesāthe journalism students like me. May your student loans stretch further than your overdraft.
Want to know what Emmaās next rant is about? Stay tuned. Or just find me in towers, armed with a notebook and a double shot flat white.
Tags:
Journalism Student
Hey there! Iām Emma, a second-year journalism student at the University of Lincoln