Nicole's Declassified Student Survival Guide

To all those who grew up with a Nickelodeon childhood and understand this reference, I salute you.
To all of you less fortunate people who didn't have this childhood, I'm truly sorry...

Over the past few weeks, since I have began university, I have been on a rollercoaster of emotions, excitement, stress, motivation, stress, love, stress, passion, stress and ... stress. I don't know if you have spotted a recurring pattern here but it has been very stressful. Although my course has been incredible, I have felt responsibility settle on my shoulders. Bills are not fun. Nope. Money is only fun when you have a lot of it and let's just say, it's coming up to Christmas and I just don't. The stress from it was starting to affect my moods, I was edgy, anxious and very easily agitated. I decided it was time to put an end to my misery and come up with a solution... I am going to start a blogging series called 'Nicole's Declassified Student Survival Guide'. Here you will be able to see my frequent posts on hints and tips on how to survive as a student. My posts will range from reviews on places to eat at manageable prices and cheaper product replacements including makeup and hair products for when your budget is tight. I will also write about tips on revision and research. This is not only for the benefit of readers, but for my own benefit. It forces me to try out these products, places and tips for myself before recommending them to others! I hope this works out the way I have planned!

Wish me luck!!

NPK x


(For those of you who did not understand the reference, this was a programme I watched throughout my childhood on Nickelodeon)

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