Note: Opinions expressed are solely that of the author and are not reflective of The Tertangala or the University of Wollongong So maybe you don’t want animals to die. Maybe you feel bad about the suffering some of them go through. Maybe you really wish you could live a life.
Internships. I feel like they’re this mysterious, unearthly opportunity that no one really tells us how to deal with—or how to prepare. Sure, there’s the basics, like research the company—but even that isn’t fool-proof (trust me). So, from me to you, here’s my 6 stages of freaking out for an.
Note: the opinions in this piece are strictly that of the author and do not reflect the Tertangala or the University of Wollongong* Every day, six Australians will take their own lives—and another 30 will attempt to. But what if someone could be there for them? What if someone could.
There seems to be a stigma attached to women who wear high heels to uni—or anywhere casual, really. People say: why would you do that? That’s really silly. Don’t your feet hurt? Your feet look like they hurt. News flash: if I wear heels, it’s because I want to—not to.
I don’t feel comfortable. Maybe it’s my anxiety, but I’m not so sure. My palms are sweaty. My breathing escalates. I feel their eyes on me. You don’t belong here, they snicker. I pause. Well . . . Why don’t I belong here? I’m talking about my recent visits to.
Disclaimer: the views expressed in this post are of the author’s alone and do not reflect the views of the Tertangala or the University of Wollongong. Thousands have been campaigning for Disney to #GiveElsaAGirlfriend for the second instalment of Frozen, which would make Queen Elsa the first openly gay female.
The views expressed in this article are solely of the author and do not reflect the Tertangala or the University of Wollongong This is something that is really starting to annoy me. Men: please pay attention—don’t be rude. Don’t manspread on public transport. What is manspreading, you may ask? Well,.
Ah, Tinder. You’re as useful as you are cringe-worthy. We’ve all heard about the horror stories—whether they’ve happened to us, or to someone we know. And yet, for some reason, we continue to swipe right, unbeknownst to us that we may be about to invite a total creep into our.
Hey you—yes you. You, with the sad eyes. You, who constantly checks their phone in hopes of seeing a certain someone reply. You, who is waiting for the person you love to treat you how you deserve. You, who have been stood up, cheated on, lied to, and played. You,.