Just over a year ago, in April of 2021, I’m pretty sure I had a mental breakdown. Nope, not being ironic. I’ve suffered with Generalised Anxiety Disorder, sometimes accompanied by depression, for around three years now, and I thought I was through the worst of it. Boy, was I wrong. We started to come out…
After three years, 37 articles and a whole lot of deadline-induced panic, this is the final article I will ever write for Concrete. Just typing these words makes the prospect of moving on from UEA that much more real. As I stare down the barrel of a summer of dissertation writing, job seeking, house hunting…
I hate things ending. I’ve never been a fan of conclusions, curtain calls, or moving on. Even when I’m moving away from something I don’t like, I’m filled with an enormous anxiety that gnaws away in the pit of my stomach. Take my last day of GCSEs for example, I had spent eleven years of…
This past April I spent a few weeks volunteering with the Refugee Community Kitchen (RCK) in Calais, France to serve hot foods to the displaced migrants arriving in Northern France. On the other side of the Channel in wake of the recent increasing UK hostilities towards refugees, it definitely was a raw revelation of the…
In the beginning we were first year students, away from the comforts of home, attempting to settle in. In March 2020, Covid-19 sent us into a national lockdown. We had moved beyond the ordinary stresses of being a university student and entered the realm of a global pandemic. Some of us managed, while others struggled….
I have never been a particularly patient person. My natural mode is ‘fast’ – both mentally and physically. I walk everywhere with the pace of someone who is either incredibly late for something and/or enjoys partaking in competitive speed-walking. I’ve lost count of the amount of times a friend has told me they saw me…
My name is Becca, and my pronouns are she/they and I am going to tell an incredible tale of my gender journey. Enjoy! I generally owe my gender journey to my friends and my university experience at UEA. I am so grateful to have such a diverse group of friends as I’ve learnt so much…
Three years sounds like a long time. However, when you are a university student, it’s not. As I started my third year, I honestly believed I wanted to remain a student forever, and the thought of graduating made me feel sick. As the semesters of third year have flown by, and graduation is only months…
“My parents left Kyiv on the second day of the invasion. They escaped to my father’s workplace where he treats wounded soldiers… They don’t go away, they don’t run away. They stand… This is Putin’s fault.” Oleksii Burov is a 22-year-old UEA student in his third year of studying International Relations and Politics. Hailing from…
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