Once leaving the safety net of high school, you’re on your own. Whether you remain living at home with your parents or not, the only person in control of your future is yourself. University students are notoriously known to be broke, and adulting with its finances can inevitably begin to creep up on you with little financial literacy. After moving out of home at 18, I thought I’d save you guys the hassle of reading the 300+ page paperback by Marlies & Jai Hobbs and see if it’s worth your time, and of course, chat with the authors themselves.
The burning of my heart, how it aches
to set the world on fire, with such rage,
a passion that used to lull me to sleep.
To build a fire until my furnace breaks.
It’s the dark hour that consumes my soul
poised over fading keys in the moonlight.
Where slender fingers wrap around my throat,
with claw-like nails digging beyond control.
They prick the skin, nursing a painful necklace
begging me to speak the forgotten truth.
I can’t recognise if it’s the heart or the brain
screaming; my limbs are wild and restless.
The tingling feeling starts to burn…
Our motivation has been dwindling for over a year since the pandemic started and zoom university became a thing. We might have gotten a chance to relax over summer break, but our time management skills need improving before returning to university, Sarah Cupitt writes.
Summer session is the primary break time for university students (minus the few that have to study at Sydney City Campus). However, hours of binge-watching the newest Netflix series like Bridgerton or hunting for trophies on the new PS5 can leave our bodies lacking time structure. …
I imagine if I ever died,
That I would be trapped in heaven
A white sash of silk tied around my head
To prevent me from seeing love and hope
Sometimes you’d visit the golden beaches
You’d be dreaming, but I would never see you
Just feel your presence along the shore,
And I’d cry after you return home and some more
Cause I’m not sure how much longer
I can wait for you, in a world where time never stops,
Where damp rocks observe the never-ending tide
Always evening, always sunset;
Where all I can do is think about the past,
I fear if you make it, we’ll still never see each other,
To be able to hold each other tightly
But I also fear the day you stop loving me
Will be the day I lose myself to the sea.
you are the only temptation
that I would pray and live for,
fall for words soft as the shade
carrying a meaning that hides
chaotic dried remnants
of a summertime gone
plucked from the same branches
in the fall when I first met you
along a cement sidewalk
where waves crashed against
the brick wall and brushed it
with a gentle kiss
Lately, I’ve been feeling like
My life is about to end
When I cross the road
Or step out of the shower
I feel like I’ll slip and fall.
Anxious of every inanimate object.
It’s not that I’m afraid of dying.
But waking up and
Not remembering who I am
Everything I’ve done and want to do
That’s not written down.
All the things I didn’t get to say
When words clench at my throat
Wanting to say more but
Waiting for the right moment
But every breath brings me closer,
to the idea of waking up paralysed.
Merely a corpse without a voice
An emotionless doll surrounded
By talking toys that can move
In more ways than I am allowed.
What if those I love dearly
Stare into my eyes, my soul
And discover there’s nothing left
Besides a life of unfinished dreams
Education Minister Dan Tehan’s university funding changes will negatively impact young people planning to attend university, with many anticipating disproportionate impacts on women, disabled and Indigenous students. By 2023, the Job-Ready Graduates (JRG) package will provide an additional 39,000 places, with price increases in humanities and arts (up 113%), law and commerce (both up 28%) to pay for reductions for in-demand courses such as teaching, nursing, math, science and engineering. The fee restructures ultimately decreases the total Government degree contribution from 58% to 52%, with student contributions rising from 42% to 48% to pay for more places.
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I long for vengeance
to creep up my neck
in the dark of night.
to pleasure, ambition
for castles of glass
to sink in a morass
of seething anger
drowning in your past,
falling slowly towards
the weedy disarray
to greet the cold,
Published: Modern Ink
I had actively participated in my life
so why didn’t I see myself in any of it
the way my hazy reflection never fitted
the window with copper curved edges
but decided to destroy my only mirror
and shatter everyone’s expectations
permitting me to find the broken pieces
that truly defined my fragmented facade
the way words cut skin deep like the
stained glass that lay scattered on my floor
waiting for me to pick up the tiny remnants
to either hold and keep or to throw away
to be left alone, abandoned, and unchanged