THE YORKER ISSUE 12
Our Magazine Makers Magazine Editor- Sophie Reaper Marketing Director- Abigail Fedorovsky Financial Director- Amy Bannister Managing Director- Harry Phillips Editor of Distribution- Richard Tester Our Writers- Kate Brennan, Abigail Fedorovsky, Sophie Reaper, Tom Killeen, Will de Chazal, Ellie Fells, Jessica Grayson, Bethany White, Jack Harvey, Amy Bannister, Alice Wilkinson, Grace Thompson, Miruna Radu, Tom Porter, Harry Phillips & Jay Elizabeth Edevane. With Special Thanks to our Cover Artist, Louise Phillips
CONTENTS 4-5 Contents
6-7 Review of â€œThe Machine Stopsâ€? by Kate Brennan 8 The beginning of an adventure by Abigail Fedorovsky 9-10 The best way to begin a night out by Sophie Reaper 12-13 Why should you start playing sports? by Tom Killeen 14-17 5 new albums out in 2017 by Will de Chazal 18-19 A new beginning for feminism by Ellie Fells 20 The beginning of The Ugly Duckling by Jessica Grayson 22-23 First Memories by Bethany White 24-25 Was 2016 the beginning of the end? by Jack Harvey 4
26 The best way to start the
day by Amy Bannister 27-28 New beginnings: What Easter means to me by Alice Wilkinson 30-31 Our Yorker’s First Kisses 32-33 New beginnings in new politics by Grace Thompson 34-36 The new Fashion Trends for this Season by Miruna Radu 38 “Begin” by Tom Porter 39 “New Beginnings” Sunrise recipe by Sophie Reaper 41-43 First dates in York by Kate Brennan 45 The Start of Everything by Harry Phillips 46 “About Beginnings” Microplays by Jay Elizabeth Edevane 48-9 Starting life in the real world by Jack 5 Harvey Beginnings
A Review by Kate Brennan
“You’re beginning to worship the machine!” In the small studio of the York Theatre Royal, I was transported to a dim future. The stage was set for tonight’s performance of The Machine Stops. Adapted from E.M. Forster’s 1909 short story, Pilot Theatre tell the story of the beginning of the end. Forster’s story portrays the dystopian future produced by the beginnings of technology going too far. Civilisation is underground, relying on a giant machine to provide their needs. Each human lives in their own room, losing basic abilities to stand and walk. Human contact has ceased and communication happens only via video messaging. From the very beginning of the production, a subterranean world was created; the stage was inhabited by a large metallic structure containing a single chair and surrounded by wires; the soundtrack, composed by John Foxx, consisted of incoherent electronic sounds and the lighting was low and hazy, creating a setting deep underground, cut off from the light of the surface. Within this world, we met three characters: Vashti, played by Caroline Gruber, Kuno, played by Karl Queens-
borough and The Machine played by Gareth Aled and Maria Gray. Vashti and Kuno are mother and son but live on the other sides on this world. In this world, a parent’s duties end at birth. Pilot Theatre’s representation of The Machine was inventive and powerful. Aled and Gray, dressed in grey body suits, climbed and wound themselves around the metallic structure. The two should be commended for their strength in representing The Machine as they moved acrobatically around the structure, hanging upside down, supporting each other’s weight and intertwining in smooth transitions. Their role as The Machine was quickly established as they performed tasks for Vashti, sat in the chair at the centre of the structure. When dropping a book, they would lower themselves from above and pick it up. They forced-fed her medication, and provided her with food.
The room, though it contained nothing, was in touch with all that she cared for in the world. Aled and Gray spoke in an automated tone, reminiscent of answering machines. I couldn’t help notice a slight irony by having humans rep-
resent The Machine. It symbolised that humanity had been lost within technology and has lost its sense of self, separate from The Machine. Vasti is a character who has accepted and is content with life within The Machine. Gruber spoke in a clear and sophisticated tone and sat up right with her chin raised high delivering lectures from her self-contained room to others within the subterranean world, suggesting her intelligence and enjoyment of intellectual conversation. In contrast, Kuno is a character who questions The Machine and believes there is something more to life. Through his early appearances in the play via video message with his mother, on the stage behind a screen upstage centre, Kuno left us wanting to know more. Queensborough spoke with passion and desire at the secrets he discovered, so much so that his demeanour changed to frustration as his mother refused to visit him and he defiantly hung up, plunging him into darkness and from our sight.
Queensborough portrayed Kuno’s desperation to leave the underground world as he re-enacted his discovery. Commendable also for his physical strength, Queensborough showed determination as he climbed the me-
tallic structure swinging himself up to the top, to the surface. The lighting brightened to a sunset haze and birds tweeted over the celestial music as Queensborough gasped the painful air and stared wide-eyed at the green hills which surrounded him. Queensborough’s portrayal of Kuno allowed him to gain the audience’s sympathies, seeing before them a frustrated man, having experienced the euphoria of the surface world, wants to break out of The Machine, . We see his heart break as his mother rejects his experience. Gruner presented intrigue in her son’s story, demanding he continued, creating hope that she will believe her son. The Machine consumed the world, and became almost like a religion, acting as a its deity. Gruner portrayed Vashti’s reliance on it for comfort as she gripped the manual (reminiscent of a Bible) tightly to her chest, whispering passionately “Blessed is the Machine.” By the end of play, Forster’s message had come forth to the audience; a world controlled by technology will lead to a catastrophic end for the human race with no chance of survival. Aled and Gray presented The Machine breaking down as they twitched, stuttered their words. Their moves became lethargic until they stopped altogether, hanging limply from the structure. Gruner’s tears and panic as she was plunged into darkness led to the sad realisation that Kuno was right all along.
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By Abigail Fedorovsky After a few hours of looking out of the tiny window at the complete darkness, it was exciting to see lights as we approached the ground. Filled with anticipation, I felt that familiar feeling in my stomach as the landing movement made the airplane lurch forwards. I don’t know about you, but I find plane journeys to be pretty interesting. First off, especially on a long-haul flight, there’s usually that person that chats awkwardly to you at first and then somehow ends up sleeping on you for at least half of the journey. Then I confess that I love the idea of regularly being given free food, conveniently forgetting that it will have been included in the price of my ticket and that it also often tastes like reheated plastic. I even love the tricky feat of attempting to get to the loo, whilst someone with very long legs is fast asleep next to you. Let’s be honest, all of these experiences are pretty odd on their own – you wouldn’t want all of your meals to come on a tiny tray. But what makes me love all of them is the anticipation of the place that the plane will land, the beginning of an adventure yet to happen. I love knowing that the travel guide information I’ve crammed into my brain will soon become reality. As the plane approaches the ground, you get your first glimpse at the new place you’ll be living in for the next few days, weeks
or months. At that moment, there are endless possibilities of what it will hold: a new culture, new people, new adventures. No matter how many pictures you look at online before, how often you imagine what it’ll be like or how many times you check the official travel advice, in my experience visiting a new country is never exactly what you were expecting. I think that travelling to places that are different to where we’re from often challenges our preconceptions about other people and what their lives must be like; we often see that we have more in common than we ever thought. Whilst there’s definitely something beautiful about landing in a new place for the first time and knowing that a new adventure is just beginning, it is also important to check out the local customs and laws before you go (which you can do by searching FCO Travel Aware online). There are a lot of stereotypes about British people who travel abroad, and particularly students, mainly that they can be culturally offensive or ignorant of the new place that they are visiting. Therefore, I suggest that, alongside getting our travel insurance and changing our money into the local currency, we keep an open mind right up until that moment when the plane lands for the first time, and beyond as well, as a new adventure begins.
The best way to begin a night out By Sophie Reaper
Whether it’s Kuda Tuesday, Salvo Wednesday or even Phat Friday, every night out starts the same way: Pre-drinks. Of course at this stage we all have our own routines for getting ready to hit the town, but this guide is just here to give some tips to make sure you start your night out in the best way possible! First of all, make sure you’re organised. Girls, this is mainly aimed at you, but if there are any boys out there that spend as much time as- or longer- preening yourself at the mirror than even your female counterparts, then this applies to you too! This might seem unrelated to the night out itself (i.e. getting overly drunk and falling down on multiple occasions) but it is related to the mood you find yourself in before heading out the door. There’s always one person that isn’t even dressed when the taxi arrives - let alone when everyone arrived for pre-drinks three hours ago - and there’s nothing worse than that person being you. Rushing around. Sweating off your recently blended contour. Trying to hurriedly go for
a wee in your bodysuit (which you discover is an impossible task.) All the while, a crowd of people, anxious to head out has gathered at the bottom of the stairs, shouting at you for being late again. Eventually you make it to the front door with one earring in, your hair in disarray and, worst of all, completely sober. Avoid being this person at all costs. Instead, plan ahead. Maybe choose your outfit earlier that day. Work out how long it will take you to perform your beauty routine. Have your clutch packed and ready to go for hours in advance. But most important of all, make sure you have a drink whilst getting ready. Being organised will mean that you are able to join in with pre-drinks and actually make it into town before all the good clubs close for the night. Next, actually do something whilst at pre-drinks. For example, rather than sitting around and sipping Kopparberg’s in silence, maybe you could play a game or have a conversation. I know it’s hard to believe, but by actually engaging in some kind of human contact, the night will have
a much better and more sociable atmosphere. What a revelation. It is always advisable for all hosts of pre-drinks to have a selection of paraphernalia which can be used to get one’s guests frther intoxicated. These include: a set of twelve plastic cups and a ping-pong ball (for Beer Pong), a large vessel that can hold much liquid aka “the shit cup” and a pack of cards (for Ring of Fire), and perhaps for the friskier event, a large plastic bottle (for Spin the Bottle.) Of course, don’t limit yourself to these few games. There are many ways to liven up predrinks, and ultimately it all comes down to personal preference.
Just don’t sit there doing/saying nothing, because nothing kills the vibe of a night out quicker than that. Finally, plan ahead. Although similar to the first point, this tip refers instead to what will happen when you eventually venture out of the house. By this point, everyone is nicely tipsy, the mood is good and the group is ready and excited to hit the best clubs that town has to offer. But unless you plan ahead, something is almost guaranteed to ruin the whole thing. There are no taxis available because you forgot to book one. Someone still hasn’t arrived because you didn’t specify what time you were leaving. A minibus finally arrives but
there isn’t enough room for everyone because two of the girls were in the bathroom when someone did a headcount. You get to town and the same two girls are missing because they were in the bathroom (again?) when you left. You arrive at your favourite pre-bar but it’s closed because no one checked the opening hours earlier. You head across town to get to the club but that’s reached capacity because you’re so late getting there. You try a different club but that’s closed because it’s the wrong night. You decide to you’ve had enough and that you want to go home. But because you didn’t plan ahead, there aren’t any taxis available for the rest of the night… You arrive home two hours later, freezing and exhausted after a long home. So rather than enduring every clubber’s worst nightmares, just follow these three steps and you’ll be starting your nights outs perfectly.
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Why should you start playing sports? By Tom Killeen Why take part in sport? It seems like a strange question to ask anyone who already does so. Why do anything? Why get up in the morning? Why not? The reasons I began playing sport were simple enough. I was 6, and I had just moved house; I needed friends. My dad took me, and I half-heartedly waddled (I was not an athletic child) around a field for an hour. I wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, or if I was enjoying it. Little did I know that playing football, at least twice every week, would become one of the few constants in my life for the next fifteen years. I can scarcely imagine my life without this pastime which, back then, was little more to me than a chore my dad insisted I complete every weekend. By the time I was 12, football was central to my recreation. It helped me to lose weight. I was never blessed with a lightning-fast metabolism, or an unexplained disgust for turkey twizzlers; I loved them, and I paid for it. I couldn’t keep up in some games, and I felt embarrassed with myself for that. Sport pushed me to improve. The entice-
ment of competition spurred my pre-pubescent health kick. I stopped eating turkey twizzlers. I lost weight. Sport became easier, more fun. Sport was an outlet for those feelings I was too young to understand, or too young to articulate. It was cathartic to spend an hour and a half engaged in something so addictive, and so distracting. My frustration and timorousness faded in those moments. I am indebted to sport for that. I learned to push myself when I didn’t want to. I learned to fight for my team, and to dig deeper than my opponents. I learned that when I cared about something, giving 100% didn’t seem hard. Sport taught me all of that. I found friends in sport that have remained close to me for years since. The heat of competitive sport binds you to those with you. The moments of unrivalled ecstasy, and the moments of abject disappointment. Over the decade and a half of playing sports, I still believe that the sports I played for fun - for nothing more than enjoyment - still taught me values without which I wouldn’t be at university. Dedication, self-reflection, passion. It is
remarkable how much something can change from the tentative beginnings to the reflective end. As I close in on my final year at university, losing the frequent opportunities to play sports is saddening. I lost a constant in a period of life when there are few other constants to rely on. I’ll miss it, but I am overwhelmingly grateful for every minute I got to play. The memories, the friends and the values I found on the football field were some of the most cherished aspects of my childhood. It almost terrifies me to think of how I might have turned out had I refused my dad’s offer to take me to the park on that Sunday morning, over fifteen years ago.
Beginning anything is difficult, perhaps it is even the hardest part. It requires guts, particularly as we get older. It’s a risk, a leap into the darkness. What if I’m not good enough? What if everyone else is better? I didn’t do it for the chance to make money, or for popularity, or even for my dad. I didn’t need a reason to start, I only needed a reason to quit; a reason I never came close to finding. University is about beginnings. Many things we do here, we are doing for
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the first time. People discover who they are at university; who they want to be and who they don’t. It’s possibly symptomatic of life to regret the things we don’t do more than those we have done. I found my sporting passion with a football at my feet. The memories I now cherish at the end would never have existed without the beginning, as with all things. I wish everyone could have the same relationship with a sport as I was able to have; sport sustained me when nothing else did. Turning your beginning into something greater lies with only yourself; the only question is when you decide to start.
5 new albums out in 2017 By Will de Chazal 2017 is well underway now and we’ve seen the eventful beginning of what promises to be a significant year in history. The inauguration of Donald Trump, the celebrity business tycoon-turned US President, is probably the most bizarre event so far but other notable happenings include his subsequent sacking of US attorney general Sally Yates, his reaffirmed commitment to ‘The Wall’ and the executive order to implement travel restrictions on citizens attempting to enter the US from seven Muslim-majority countries. Non-Trump related news (or as his administration might say, “alternative facts”) has included the death of acting legend John Hurt and the continuation of Brexit negotiations and debates before Article 50 is formally triggered.
It’s been a heavy start to the year and at this point, it seems certain to be one of political turmoil and economic uncertainty. However, it’s not all bad and there is definitely some light on the horizon. This is certainly the case in the music industry, which is thriving. Promising new artists continue to emerge and established bands and musicians are producing new and interesting songs. What better way is there to distract oneself from the ever-changing state of the world than listening to music? So without further ado, here are five new albums to watch out for over the next few months. Elbow, Little Fictions 2017 has already seen the Manchester-based band release their seventh album, Little Fictions, which quickly topped the charts to become their second
No.1 album. The lead single, “Magnificent (She Says)”, was released alongside a music video starring Benedict Cumberbatch, and it is classic Elbow, with sentimental strings accompanying Guy Garvey’s instantly recognisable voice. The album oscillates between great songs with thought-provoking lyrics and some mediocre tracks that are instantly forgettable. However, overall the album is certainly among Elbow’s best releases. Garvey’s voice remains among the band’s greatest strengths, as does the attention to detail in production and the quirky, poetic lyrical content.
sound and reinvent themselves, and this album is no exception. The band’s fifteenth studio album follows 2013’s The Terror and is a world away from it, harking back to the sci-fi poprock sound of The Soft Bulletin (1999) and acid-space-pop of Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots (2002). The album is grand and sweeping, and often bassy, pulsating and brooding, with an atmospheric sound that evokes images of space travellers drifting across the huge expanse of space. Oczy Mlody is bold and ambitious, and understandably so. While best listened to as an entire album for the full, space-inspired effect, the majority of the tracks work as standalone songs. A good album to lose oneself in and to temporarily escape reality, the song ‘Nigdy Nie (Never No)’ is a highlight.
The Flaming Lips, Oczy Mlody
The Flaming Lips have never been afraid to experiment with 15 Beginnings
The xx, I See You
Ed Sheeran, Divide
The hotly-anticipated third album of the London trio is a reflective yet largely upbeat collection of meticulously produced tracks, exchanging their previous melancholia for a mood of optimism and resilience – as if the group knew 2017 might be a time for positivity. Undoubtedly influenced by the recent solo efforts of member Jamie Smith (a.k.a. Jamie xx), the album is closer to his brand of electronic pop and occasionally verges on dance. Nevertheless, I See You manages to tread a fine line between evolving their sound and retaining some of the haunted emotion and sparse orchestration that has always been a key part of The xx’s music. It is easily one of the best albums released this year so far.
Due to be released later this year, little is known about Ed Sheeran’s third studio album other than the title, ÷, which follows his previous trend of using mathematical symbols (his debut album + was followed by x). The appearance of the division symbol on his website and twitter heralded his return from musical hiatus and rumours that he may return to Glastonbury to perform new material are widespread. New known songs include the two recently released singles ‘Shape of You’ and ‘Castle On The Hill’, the latter of which is a nostalgic song about his upbringing in Framlingham, Suffolk, where he lived near to a castle.
Sampha, Process 2017 sees the release of Sampha’s debut album Process. Having released two EPs under his own name, the producer is most well-known for collaborating with electronic music project SBTRKT, who released the well-received second album Wonder Where We Land in 2014. The eagerly awaited debut is strong from the start and has already garnered Mercury-Prize buzz as a potential future winner. The songs on Process are highly active, sometimes frantic, at times spine-tingling and always accompanied by Sampha’s distinctive, pleading vocals. His accent is very British and his tone is almost invariably one of apology and self-deprecation, but the album manages to be a masterful combination of uplifting piano chords and electronic production, with sombre yet catchy songs heard throughout. It is an achievement that Sampha has created an album with no outstandingly mediocre tracks and enough variation to maintain interest and melody for the full 40 minutes it lasts.
Whilst the five albums mentioned here in detail are some of the major upcoming musical releases, other bands set to release new material in 2017 include angry Nottingham duo Sleaford Mods, London Grammar, Sundara Karma, Circa Waves, Bonobo and Dutch Uncles. Canadian indie rockers Arcade Fire recently released the single ‘I Give You Power’ to coincide with Trump’s inauguration and are reportedly due to release their fifth album this year.
A new beginning for Why we need it now feminism more than ever... By Ellie Fells
Why is it that ‘feminism’ has become the new ‘F word’? I was sat around the table with my family over Christmas, and they asked me if I was a feminist. Without even thinking, I replied that yes, of course I was. To me, this is something completely normal and obvious, something that I uphold without question. However, despite my family being incredibly open-minded - and some of the kindest people you’ll ever meet- they just couldn’t get their heads around it. It was as if feminism was a totally alien concept – my granny said that she didn’t understand it, which amazed me, and I couldn’t understand why she didn’t understand it. Quickly, the conversation topic was changed, and I felt as though I had said something totally outrageous, even something offensive. I quickly came to realise that the term ‘feminism’ meant something wholly different to my family than it did to me; for my Grandparents, feminism was a term equated with extreme views and negative media coverage, divided images of ‘women’ versus ‘everyone else’. Feminism is an umbrella term; as with any movement,
there are of course many different strands and many different views. Some women see feminism as a movement of Girl Power, others see identifying as a feminist as meaning getting rid of reliance on men altogether. But really, as confirmed by the good old OED, feminism literally means, “Advocacy of equality of the sexes and the establishment of the political, social, and economic rights of the female sex”. As I see it, then, the point of feminism is to unite people in a movement towards equality in all aspects of society, yet it seems to me that this is something that seems to have been forgotten. What strikes me is that feminism is a divided, fragmented movement; why when we think of feminism, do we think of pink, of ‘girl’ power? Feminism is a movement dominated by women, but this is precisely the problem. In order for a movement to have real force and real power, it must be united, and it must open its arms to all corners of society, men included. The Civil Rights Movement in the 1950s, 60s and 70s proved this to us – we must stand together in order to make change happen, and by ‘we’, I mean all genders, races, classes, and religions. I once
saw a photo of a woman protesting at a pro-abortion rally, holding a sign that read “No Uterus, No Opinion” – but this means alienating 50% of the population, and surely this is not the way to go about achieving a real change in attitudes? Is this sign implying that the opinions of men who support their cause don’t count? What society needs is a new beginning, a new, united, wave of feminism, and with the election of Donald Trump as President we need this more than ever. His misogynistic comments, which aren’t even worthy of repetition here, prove more than ever that sexism is still very much an issue that needs addressing. The President of one of the most powerful countries in the world sees women as sexual objects, and is at the risk of taking away from women the rights to even their own bodies. The devastating effects of this are already ringing out clear; as reported in The Independent, a new ruling in Arkansas means that, “a pregnant woman’s husband will have the right to stop her from having an abortion, even in cases of spousal rape”, and under Act 45 of the constitution, husbands will gain the legal right to sue doctors who carry out an abortion on a woman. I felt total shock when I read this, but in terms of women’s rights (or lack of) this is, of course, just the tip of the iceberg. In Ireland, having an abortion full-stop is illegal, carrying a nineteen-year prison sentence, whilst in Afghanistan women can be jailed for the ‘moral crime’ of
fleeing their abusive husband, according to Amnesty International. We all know many further examples of inequality of the sexes around the world, but the election of an orange-faced sexist as President is driving this truth home more than ever. My seventy-year-old Great-Aunt took part in the Women’s March in Washington against Trump; she sent me her ticket in the post, and it is now the coolest thing I own. This is the same woman who also took part in the Civil Rights March on Washington in 1963, a reminder that fifty years later, we are still living in a world of inequalities and divisions. I think that now is time for a new wave of feminism, a new beginning whereby feminism is a movement that everyone can take part in, a movement where unity and equality forms the core. Perhaps, this new movement has already begun: since Trump’s election, it cannot be denied that the issue of equality of the sexes is one that is receiving increasing attention, and in the many Women’s marches which took place following his inauguration, it was amazing to see all genders standing side by side.
Let’s fight for equality, but let’s fight for it together.
The beginning of The Ugly Duckling From Egg to Adult
By Jessica Grayson 90% of bird species are monogamous in their mating behaviour, including ducks. A male and female duck share a seasonal bond, choosing a new partner at the start of each mating season, in winter. Following fertilisation, an egg begins to develop inside the mother duckling, containing a small kidney-bean shaped embryo surrounded by a calcium-based eggshell. Within the egg, the embryo gains nutrients from the egg white and yolk to support growth, causing the mass of the egg to decrease. This is also accompanied by a loss of water content through evaporation, and an increase in air space of the egg. The functioning heart of the duckling forms at 4 days, followed by the ears and feathers. The average duckling incubation lasts 28 days, before the process of hatching begins. This can range from 16-24 hours, and is an incredibly tiring process for the young duckling. A sharp egg tooth structure on the surface of the bill is used to tap the weakened egg shell repeatedly, allowing the duckling to break into its new environment. This physiological structure is only involved in hatching,
and falls off within a few days of birth. For the first day, the duckling gains vital nutrients from the internal yolk sac. After this, the duckling must rely on the mother duck for resources and protection. This is aided by the process of imprinting, where newly hatched ducklings become socially bonded to the first moving object encountered, usually the mother. This occurs in a critical period at the first 24-48 hours of life, and is vital to normal development and mating behaviours. This is thought to occur due to a release of endorphins in the duckling following comforting stimuli from the mother, giving a lifelong and irreversible relationship. Throughout development ducks gain food through dabbling and diving in aquatic habitats, and maintain feathers for flight through moulting once or twice a year. Ducks migrate annually in winter to warmer and more abundant habitats such as the Southern portions of the United States. This adaption involves visual orientation mechanisms such as recognition of polarized light, landmarks and stars, and nonvisual cues like the Earthâ€™s magnetic field.
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First Memories By Bethany White
I didn’t plan to erase the world’s memories. Honestly, I didn’t. I was just sat here. Like always. Inside this box of screens. It’s my job, you know; to watch over these memories. They play over and over, all day every day. I’m the person who justifies their existence. I fight for them when the debate for Space kicks up again. I defend these memories because these are the important ones, the experiences people are made from. The Firsts. We had everything up here; First Breaths – they’re all the same after a while. First Days of School were in the other corner, many of them unhappy but hey – if they show an attempt to interact with people at least that shows promising social skills, right? First Crushes were over there as well, lots corrupted by retrospective mortification; that’s why people shouldn’t be allowed repeated access. First Kisses were a mixed bag, too. Don’t know why corporations should nosey into that sort of thing. But then I guess there’s no such thing as a private life anymore. Everything was working fine until a few hours ago. Then every screen in this box went blank. Just like—that. I didn’t know what to do. I was plunged into darkness; couldn’t see a thing. I felt my way to the wall, then to a corner. I curled up, scared.
Then I noticed that across from me there was the finest rectangle of light, just the outline, weak from pushing through the smallest of gaps. It’s the first time I’ve realised this place has a door. I tell you what; when this is the only room you know, the journey from one corner to the other feels like the furthest distance imaginable. I pulled myself across, inch by inch, until I could see the sheen of the monitors either side of the light. It trickled out, catching little bits of dust. It turns out there’s a lot of it in here. The light caught something else, too. On the monitors I could see a person, someone I’d never seen before. Recognisably human features, moved naturally. In fact, it imitated every move I made. It did things I couldn’t predict, but it always did exactly as I did. I laughed with joy; it did the same. I reached out; so did it. It was my Counterpart. We spent hours together. Talking, playing, bonding in the near-darkness, creating my very own First Memories. When the monitors flashed back into life, burning my eyes with their sudden glare, the Firsts started to play once more and my Counterpart was nowhere to be seen. All of a sudden I hated them, those so-called memories. They were polished and generic, sanitised so that they were the most appealing and normal for those darn corporations. I despised them and despised being surrounded by them, unable to escape. I wanted their owners to be able to escape, too – escape the regularity and predictability. I wanted them to have their Firsts again for real. Now, I won’t say my Counterpart ‘made me do it’. Sure; it was in my mind, scrabbling about in that empty, almost-memory-less place, begging to be seen once more. Since I tore out every wire I could find behind the impersonal monitor screen, and even though that infernal red alarm keeps spinning round, it came back and it’s not disappearing. In fact, it’s right behind you. And it’s going to get you.
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Was 2016 the beginning of the end? By Jack Harvey Future historians will not remember 2016 as a particularly good year. A vote for ‘Brexit’ and the confusion and division that came from it; rising economic inequality; a turbulent year for domestic politics; and heinous acts of terrorism and evil in Europe and around the world (not to mention the passing of so many celebrities). 2016 was a year of some highs but many lows. It was a year of much disappointment and division. The election of an odious real estate mogul to arguably the most powerful position of authority on the globe is seen as the beginning of the end of life as we know it. America’s status as a beacon of liberty, individual rights, inspiration and warmth, might wither away over the next four years. The instability of the so-called protector of the world and its freedoms, progress and wellbeing will have dire consequences for us all. The new President is unpredictable, quick to anger and under the influence of sinister figures, whether they are on the other side of the world or sitting opposite him in the Oval Office. The morning after Donald Trump’s election, the mood on campus was noticeably bleak. Most people I know had hoped to see America’s first female
President be elected, but it was not to be. The Republicans’ victory prompted plenty of soul-searching for their critics and gloating from their supporters. I imagined that this would be an unbelievable opportunity for comedians: the incompetence and idiocy of the “kakistocracy,” as Medhi Hasan put it in the New Statesman on the day of Trump’s inauguration would provide near-limitless material which they could use to entertain their audiences. But the extent of the bizarre and irrational habits of the only weeks-old administration has made it impossible to distinguish satire and reality – in fact, the makers of South Park have admitted that it’s hard to make jokes about Trump’s administration when the government makes such a fool of itself already. Even the propositions of the American government in its infancy appear to be challenges to decades of social evolution. The acquisition of civil rights for persecuted minorities and the pursuit of social harmony through equality could all have been for nothing if the incumbent President decides that they have worsened America and need to be destroyed. 2016 looks like one of the worst years of the century so far. It gave a voice to those who felt that, for too long,
theirs had been smothered. It laid bare the divisions and prejudices that still exist in society, much to the despair of those who thought that our victories had been decisive. It signals a time of unprecedented upheaval and challenges to the existing structure.
Trump’s presidency will scar America and influence the world’s affairs. Yet, is so much pessimism necessary? It may have been a hard year for us, but the chaos of 2016 looks tame and boring in comparison to the events of the previous century. The world has seen two global wars, the collapse of political regimes, the threat of nuclear war and the deaths of millions – 2016, for all its faults, was not nearly as bad as other years in living memory. The groundwork for great change may have been laid in the previous year, but that does not mean that we are powerless to stop bad things from happening. The course of events in 2016 and what we expect to come has demoralised many, but others have been energised, inspired by what has happened to stand up and fight for what they believe is right. We are right to expect dangerous consequences from the way in which things are proceeding, but our expectations give those in position to oppose things the advantage. In America, the Democrats will hold the new President to account as much as possible and
the country’s judges will work to ensure that the country does not lose its way. What’s more, in amongst the waves of chaos and disbelief, there are still plenty of things to celebrate. Remember the ice bucket challenge, where people were filmed as they were showered with ice-cold water? The challenge was done to raise money to fund research into amyotrophic lateral sclerosis? Last year, the millions of dollars raised through donations coming from drenching people in freezing water led scientists to discover a new gene related to ALS, which could be used in the development of a cure. Scientists also detected gravitational waves for the first time, something that Albert Einstein had suggested decades ago. Elsewhere, an airplane powered wholly by solar energy completed its journey across the world. The achievements of science let us continue in pursuit of a better, advanced way of living, providing more opportunities to treat disease, live well and treat our planet with more consideration. No one doubts that the events of 2016 will have repercussions for many years to come. ‘Brexit’, Trump and the rise of nationalism across Europe will change the way that we think about and do politics. But let’s hold back with the doomsday predictions and see where this takes us. We are still able to challenge our authorities and hold the powerful to account. The world has been in worse shape before, but we have learned from our mistakes and come back fighting.
The best way to start the day By Amy Bannister There are plenty of reasons to skip breakfast, especially as busy students: “I don’t have time.” “I’d rather spend an extra twenty minutes in bed.” “I’m not hungry when I wake up.” “I don’t like breakfast.” But, there’s so many other good reasons why you should. Other than the obvious health benefits that everyone goes on about, your first meal of the day can give you so much extra energy to power you through the day and those dragging library sessions! It is actually scientifically proven that just a simple slice of toast and jam = a productive day. Studies have shown that people that eat breakfast have higher endurance than those that skip it – so it might be worth finding those extra ten minutes to squeeze in your first meal of the day. My personal favourite is the classic porridge – its filling and warm (especially this time of year!) Ingredients: - 50g / 1 mug porridge oats - 350ml / 2¼ mugs milk or water, or a mixture of the two (or any milk replacements, such as soya milk or almond milk) - Honey or maple syrup to top Method: Mix the oats, milk or water into a microwavable bowl, then microwave for 4 ½ minutes, stirring halfway through for the best consistency. I usually add fruit on top, such as banana, berries or apple for an extra touch. But, if you don’t have time in your day for breakfast, make it to go and eat on the move. Try a fruit smoothie, with plain yoghurt, any fruit of your choice (I recommend banana, apple and berries) plus a few nuts / seeds and you’re good to go.
New beginnings: What Easter means to me By Alice Wilkinson Sometimes life is crap. As awful as it can be, friends walk out on us, relationships break down, degrees are overwhelming, families fall apart, and people die. It can feel like we’re lost in this wilderness, wandering around hoping for a fresh start, for some solid ground, for someone to come and find us. Let me start off by saying that I’m a Christian. I’m not writing this to convince you that I’m right in what I believe, I’m writing it to show you that despite appearances or stereotypes, no one’s life is perfect – and everyone needs the reminder that we are allowed a fresh start; that things will be okay. I just happen to believe that I am given this new start because Jesus Christ died on the cross, and proved that He was the Son of God, by defeating death and rising from the dead. There’s a story in the Old Testament, the first half of the Bible, which explains the historical tale of the Jews leaving slavery in Egypt, from the perspective of the Christian. The Jews were promised new land by God, away from slavery, but first they wandered the wilderness for 40 years. It was a time of vulnerability, temptation, and rest-
lessness. These are things that I have felt too, all too regularly. But the Bible explains that because of their vulnerability, the Jews were able to see God provide, with daily food and clothes that didn’t wear out. As a result of their temptation, God was able to teach them to trust Him. And because of their restlessness and insecurity, they felt refreshed and like they belonged – God revealed how much He cared. In those forty years in the desert, slavery became freedom, immaturity in faith became wisdom about God, and pride was humbled. In times of wilderness, of struggle, of pain, we become people we could never have become otherwise, and we can move onto the next phase of our lives. Because after forty years in the wilderness, the Jews arrived in the land that had been promised to them. So what if this wilderness of ours, of broken relationships and struggles with our degrees and uncertainty about the future, is leading us to become someone that we couldn’t be without trials and testing? A time of transition, to something better, into someone happier and more certain in our identity. The wilderness can be a place of new beginnings. So let me talk briefly about Easter. I
don’t know how you would describe your life right now – maybe you are looking forward to chocolate and to spring and to a month away from your degree. Or maybe Easter is difficult, a reminder of someone who is no longer with you. As a Christian, at Easter I celebrate the fact that Jesus defeated death and rose from the dead, after being brutally killed. Death can seem so cruel, so harsh, so final. There was no question about Jesus’ death: He was beaten, bloodied, hung on a cross, and then had a spear thrust into his side to make sure that He was dead. His friends and family thought it was over, that everything He had claimed would be irrelevant – death had ended everything. But Jesus had promised He would rise from the dead. If He didn’t, his whole life would have been a failure. His teachings would have lost their meaning, because he promised something more - He promised to give us new life and a new beginning by rising from the dead. If He didn’t rise from the dead, the Christian faith is in vain. However,
Jesus did rise from the dead and so His resurrection signals a new beginning; a new chance for all of us. When we believe in Jesus, we accept a new life in Him too; we get a new start. One of my favourite Bible verses says “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; the new has come.” (2 Corinthians 5:17). Jesus went through the ultimate season of pain, of torture, and of loss. Through His death, and resurrection, I believe that Jesus proved Christianity to be true. He showed us that we don’t have to be afraid of death. And if such a good thing came out of that extreme suffering, it suggests to me that good things can come out of our struggles and difficulties too. Now, agreeing with me on this depends on your belief in the Bible, and in the fundamental argument that Jesus rose from the dead. Not everyone believes this, and I understand that. But a lot of people do, and if you’re interested in finding out why, or chatting to or even challenging someone who does believe it, by all means check out the events by the Christian Union, or head to one of the churches in York. And even if you don’t believe, remember that Easter is a time for new beginnings: daylight saving begins, the weather starts to get warmer, we put away our winter coats and jumpers and bring out T-shirts again, and spring begins. Sometimes life can be crap. But we learn from it, and we grow.
Our Yorker’s First Kisses... “During a game of spin the bottle” Abi “A misty haze on a glorious summer day. I was very drunk.”Anon (Welsh Guy) “The beginning of my first kiss was sticky. So was the end. So was the middle. That’s the only thing I can remember.”- Miruna “Dare game in primary school”- Jack “To keep it short -but very far from sweet- I was dressed as a cowboy at a school Halloween Party. God bless WKD!”- Alex “There are too many to remember which one was my first- a lie”- Patrick “Panicked and a quick kiss. Very disappointing.”- Anon
“Alleyway at a party”- Anon “At a school disco, I had one too many coca-cola’s and hit a pretty severe sugar rush. An hour later, ‘Angels’ by Robbie Williams came on and a girl in my French class kissed me. It was actually pretty great even though the cola gave me a headache.”- Tom
“In the playground at school”- Anon
In the school library playing a game of Truth or Dare. It was supposed to be through a piece of paper, but the person holding it pulled it away at the last second and we ended up kissing properly. It was very quick and we were both very embarrassed.” Sophie “So my older sister had a house party. I was 12, her friends were 16, so I took my opportunity… Boom boom! Well, it didn’t really work out well, due to the female in question being rather, erm, intoxicated which resulted in her throwing up on me.”- Connor
New beginnings in new politics By Grace Thompson I’m not a morning person. On the morning of Wednesday 9th November, 2016 (the day after the US election), I sleepily glanced at my phone in bed and saw a BBC headline. Drowsily walking to the kitchen, I pushed the door open to see my flatmate sat eating breakfast. “Katie,” I said, “My phone is telling me that Donald Trump won and I’m not sure if I’m just half asleep or...” “No, your phone’s not lying to you.” Don’t get me wrong – I wasn’t a Clinton supporter. Not in any way. But I certainly wasn’t a Trump supporter either. What hit me was actually not absolute despair (that had hit already hit me once I knew it was Clinton v Trump), but instead it was absolute shock that it was even politically possible he could win! After all, so
much of his rhetoric was littered with statements that were highly incorrect politics-wise. Besides that, to many of us, his character and personality were and remain to be repulsive at times. I’m not claiming that Clinton would have been a much better choice, but the point I am making is as follows: how has politics shifted so far that a politician who doesn’t act like a politician becomes the top politician in arguably the most dominant country in the world? Political correctness can be sickening, if we’re honest. People trip over themselves not to offend people, so much so that they sacrifice their own thoughts and freedom of speech. Politeness and manners can be maintained without having to give up your right to ever air an opinion which could be controversial.
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political incorrectness goes far and beyond what could be imagined. Yet...he still won. I think what we are experiencing is more than just an anti-establishmentarian backlash. It’s a backlash against everyone having to be the same. A backlash against tolerating something which you find intolerable. A backlash against being victimised if your opinion is anything other than mainstream. Donald Trump may take the backlash too far, but he represented what many in America were feeling. Maybe Brexit stemmed from similar feelings.
This is the beginning of a new wave of politics. Politics always comes...and goes...in waves.
Now is the wave of rebellion. All over Europe, the political parties that are doing well seem to no longer be the centrist parties, but the socialist ones (far left) or the nationalist ones (far right). Why are they popular? Maybe it’s that centrist blabber has sickened people, people who are experiencing everyday real problems. They look to those with strong words to offer solutions. Maybe that’s dangerous (it probably is), but that is the way politics is beginning to go.
In a time when the political world is moving in a thousand different directions, we can also make new beginnings. Begin to hope in the face of despair. Begin to battle in the face of injustice. Begin to listen to the people who need listening to the most because, if there is anything that politics taught us last year, it’s that there are people out there screaming to be listened to.
The New Fashion Trends for this Season By Miruna Radu
If you’re interested in seeing the newest fashion trends, then you’ve come to the right place – or, better said, the right article. The Fashion Weeks for the spring/summer season 2017 have just passed and designers from all over the world made sure to show us that this season, anything that’s a ‘statement’ piece of clothing goes. Their collections featured striking geometric patterns, sequins, floral prints, metallic fabrics, bright colours – everything that will make you stand out in a crowd. That being said, allow me to begin with what’s trending for women:
robe. However, this season, things are going to change. I think this colour can be used to make a statement without looking like a Barbie dollsomething I prefer to avoid- so I will definitely give this a try. However, if I didn’t manage to convince you that this colour is worth trying this season, but you still want to keep up with the trends, you might want to try yellow.
PinkFrom baby pink to deep cherry, the endless shades of pink are very present in this season’s collections for women. For pink lovers this is probably very exciting news, but let’s talk a bit about those who aren’t that keen on it (including myself). I always thought this colour was very feminine and for this reason I never really had anything pink in my ward-
Vertical & horizontal StripesThis has to be my favourite trend of all. I love the visual effect that it has and I think it can be used to hide any
body-related insecurity you might have. Although I’m tempted to try a head-to-toe bold stripes look, I’m aware this might be a little extravagant and it’s not exactly suitable for everyday life. That’s why this trend can be kind of tricky, because vibrant patterns are meant to attract everyone’s attention. And that’s why it’s important to know how much attention you want to get before you pick a piece with a vibrant pattern. Even so, I still think that this trend can be incorporated in a day-to-day outfit. For instance, you could wear an allblack outfit and then spice it up with a bold striped blouse or jumper. That could easily pass for a casual outfit. And, for those of you who have a more minimalistic style, you could wear accessories with bold patterns rather than clothing equivalent.
Now I know metallic fabrics have been around for some time, but they’re actually still a big trend, heavily featured in this season’s collections. From tops and those trendy long pleated skirts to a headto-toe look, I think this fabric looks amazing. It can be worn during day or on a night out, but it’s the same catch as with the bold stripes. You have to know when it’s too much. I would rather wear something metallic on a night out, because I think this fabric is very elegant, but if you do the right combination, you can pull off a casual outfit as well.
And now on to the men: Sequins JacketsWhen we talk about sequined clothing, we would usually associate them with something women would wear
– or, at least, I do. Recently, though, I’ve noticed that sequin coats and jackets have also been present in fashion shows for men and honestly, I love it! Some might say that this it too feminine for a man but I disagree. I think it gives a fun touch to an outfit and it’s certainly eye-catching. Also, I love the pieces of clothing for men that can be worn by women as well and I would totally wear one of these!
Extra Long-SleevesAnd finally, we have the extra-long sleeves. This season, extra-long sleeves featured both in women’s and men’s fashion shows. It’s an interesting new trend which I think will become more and more popular, despite not being very functional. Although, it looks like we won’t need gloves anymore, as we’ll have the sleeves to cover our hands instead.
Puffer jacketsA revamped version of puffer jackets was spotted on the runway multiple times this season. When I say revamped, I mean they’re now over-sized and came in very vibrant colours this. I wouldn’t say this is something I would love to see all men wear, but I do think it’s a fun piece of clothing and judging by its appearance it looks like its super warm for when it’s freezing cold outside.
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“Begin” Winning Entry in The Yorker’s Original Works “Beginnings” Competition
By Tom Porter
Our planet’s only ever seen a tiny percentage of us… and for ten years of that percentage I was caught by self-imposed structures and thoughts. Whilst it’ll always be tempting to pursue our chaotic cosmos’ causality, cause and effect probably never occurs, making a definite start an inane daydream. What we do is dissect reality into manageable pieces to keep us hoodwinked. All hands agree, for instance, that on me mum’s side, I’m descended from North Eastern coal miners via me dead granddaddy, and from a village butcher down Medway via my nan on my dad’s side. My entry came through collision – two people had sex, two gene pools merged. The roots of my creation had little to no bearing on my becoming the crackpot of my primary schools – a haunter of dark corners, a sketcher of unspeakable terrors, an opposer of learning. One crazed belief I held back then involved the painted lines on the playground’s tarmac. Stepping over each line symbolised an entry into a universe exactly parallel to that of my own, with sight and sound and smell familiar to me but innately false all the same. My mind’s eye sees my primary school self as a bloated walrus playing hopscotch on fire, praying he’d retrace the right steps to return safely to his loving mum – his real mum, not some otherworldly mother. He’d imagine mum’s pain as she looked into his dead bedroom, filled with toys yet devoid of activity, whilst his porky body was trapped forever… zapped into some replicated landscape. Despite not knowing how I overcame such a special brand of insanity, I know it defined his view and gave that version of myself a useful distraction. That younger self’s dead though. That individual’s got no presence inside me. A bag of bones snoozing in a river elsewhere.
â€œNew Beginningsâ€? Sunrise Recipe By Sophie Reaper Welcome in New Beginnings with this fresh and fruity cocktail that will remind you of the sun rising over new horizons! Ingredients 25ml of Vodka 25ml of Gin 20ml Lemon Juice 10ml Grenadine 200ml Fresh Orange Juice Ice Method 1. Measure the Vodka and Gin into a large glass filled with ice. 2. Pour in Grenadine and allow it to settle in the bottom of the glass. 3. Add in the Lemon Juice, and then pour Orange Juice over the top. 4. Serve with a slice of orange and maraschino cherries. Enjoy! 39 Beginnings
First dates in York
By Kate Brennan So you’ve swiped right and got yourself a match. But you want to know the person behind the cliché bio. You can only make one first impression, so where do you go? Well I’ve done the hard work for you and come up with the best day, dinner and drink dates in York. My first advice for dating in York is to go independent. York has so many independently run cafés, bars and restaurants which offer authentic and handmade produce within cosy, romantic settings. Don’t go to the over-crowded chains with a busy and hectic atmosphere. Make the first date memorable and embrace what this historic city has to offer.
97th photo of the Minster and test your new bae’s potential for romantic strolls. MinsterThe York Minster can allow you to show off your cultured side and is a must, especially with the student card free entry. Delve into the depths of the crypt of the Minster and build your very own model of it, the ultimate team building exercise. Try to look pensive and deep in thought while admiring the stained-glass windows, but resist the urge to look over at your other half to check if they’re watching you.
Day Date: Day dates in York are the perfect way to date on a student budget with the best places being free. Walk the wallsDo you even go to York if you’ve not walked the walls? At 3.4 kilometres long it will force you to get to know each other, take your
Picnic in the museum gardensWeather dependent, the museum gardens can be the cutest space for a romantic picnic in the park. Get in
touch with Mother Nature together though not Adam and Eve style - and feed the squirrels. Coffee: York has a range of cute and quaint coffeehouses which are a much preferred choice to the myriad of mainstream chains available. Brew and BrownieBrew and Brownie is a popular and therefore busy café so make sure you’re not too ‘latte’ when visiting. Sourcing the best produce Yorkshire has to offer, Brew and Brownie caters for every hunger, whether it’s a sweet tooth for cakes, or a savoury tooth for local sandwiches (or even a superfood tooth for avocado on sourdough toast!) you’ll be satisfied with your choice.
Gatehouse CoffeeLocated in the only complete barbican in England (you can keep that fact), the medieval café provides a cosy setting for handcrafted cof-
fee and homemade cakes. Once again, weather dependent - I suppose that’s the North for you - but if it’s sunny you can even sit outdoors at the top of the barbican with a perfect view of the Minster. Library caféIf you’re a keen bean and can’t spare one minute for a social life (Third Years, I’m looking at you) then the library café can provide a lively, perhaps at times noisy place to meet Mr/Mrs right for a coffee. But if an on-campus date is what you’re looking for, then try out The Kitchen in Alcuin College for coffee (don’t worry it’s still near the library.) Dinner Date: Il Paradiso del CiboWith authentic Italian food, drink and waiters, Il Paradiso del Cibo offers you a date where you feel like you’ve been whisked abroad to the heart of Italy. However, be prepared for competition on your date as the waiters have that traditional Italian charm, calling girls “babe” all night and embracing the men in enthused hugs. Go on Valentine’s Day and you might even get a rose (pretend that part was your idea). Red ChilliIf you and your date share an interest in Chinese food, then Red Chilli may be the perfect first date with their First Dates menu including sharing platters. If your first date goes well you can return again for the Courtship menu, and then if
you’re lucky, the True Love menu. Ambient TapasAmbient is a tapas restaurant providing a range of Mediterranean classics with a Yorkshire twist. Needless to say it is a place with great ambience. Drinks Date:
ciding what cocktail you want. Evil Eye is quirky and will cater for every need from Classics, Creamy, Fruity, Martini to Mojito varieties. If the numerous cocktails mean your date is going particularly well, make it to third base and head upstairs where the chairs and tables are replaced with the beds so you can get cosy.
DuskAt Dusk you can be joined by a host of celebrities, including David Hasselhoff, Barack Obama and Britney Spears along with their 2-4-1 cocktails. Impress your other half as you name what is actually in a Graham Norton.
SotanoThe tucked-away basement bar is especially known for the vast array of gins it has to offer. It’s rather dark but provides a seductive and romantic setting. It’s a place where can experience a one-to-one service, with bar staff asking your taste and mixing the perfect drink for you. Evil Eye A bar not for the fainthearted (or the faintwalleted), Evil Eye offers such an array of cocktails that you spend the majority of the date de-
Oki’sChips and gravy cheese? End your your compatibility of chips – the final
or chips and date by testing through choice test of true love.
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The Start of Everything By Harry Phillips
The Big Bang Theory has two underpinning features that act as the main arguments for it being correct. Firstly, that the universe is expanding, and always has been. Whilst the speed at which it does so has increased, it has been calculated that the universe is approximately 13.8 billion years old. The second concept is that of the cosmic background radiation. Empty space is not the coldest thing in existence, instead it remains at about 3 Kelvin or -270 oC. Since the universe has always been expanding, it is reasonable to assume that at one time everything existed at a point that was infinitesimally small, before it started to expand. As the universe started to expand it started to cool. Nanoseconds after the Big Bang, the universe was a hundred thousand billion degrees hot. At this incredible temperature, matter started to annihilate, leaving behind lighter matter that would become what we are familiar with today. Around a millisecond into the existence of the universe, protons, neutrons, photons and electrons existed as a gas. Then, around a hundred seconds after the Big Bang, neutrons and protons joined together to form
the first atoms. The nuclei were roughly split, with 75% of them being Hydrogen and 25% of them being Helium.
Three hundred thousand years into the universe and the temperature had cooled to about 4000K, a temperature similar to the surface of the sun. This temperature was low enough so the nuclei could pick up electrons, and become stable atoms. This is the point at which photons could stop interacting with matter. They could now travel about space, rather than being constantly blocked by matter. This formed the cosmic background radiation. Due to the expansion of space, this cooled to roughly 3K, the temperature at which it can be detected. These two points act as the key evidence for the theory.
And the rest is history.
“About Beginnings” Microplays By Jay Elizabeth Edevane #1 A Clean Break A small flat in Leeds, JADE moves with angered purpose, piling men’s clothes and possessions in the corner. Once the pile is complete she kicks it all into her wardrobe and slams the door, leaning against it to keep it contained. She slides down onto the floor and begins to cry. She doesn’t stop for a long time. #2 CHAMPAGNE PERRIER JOUÈT BELLE EPOQUE MILLÈSIME 2008 ANGELICA’s cramped bathroom, Hull. DERON: (Worried) But it’s everywhere, I’ve wasted allANGELICA: (Laughing) I don’t care. DERON: I wanted it to be special, I bought it specially. I wanted to celebrate yourANGELICA: (louder) I don’t care! (She catches one of his hands in hers and looks him in the eye) Don’t you see? I don’t care about nice champagne, I care about the fact that you went out and bought it. I love that you want to celebrate with me, I love that you managed to spill the whole bottle. (She kisses him) I love you. #3 The First Night SAMAR waits anxiously by an open door in the darkness. He is holding his breath, anxious. A baby starts to cry in the room beyond. SAMAR lets out a breath of relief. #4 An End and a Beginning CHARLIE and TAYLOR sit in a children’s park across the bay from Cardiff late at night. They laugh uncontrollably, every time one stops they catch sight of the other still laughing and start up again. Eventually they calm down, tears in their eyes and slightly out of breath. CHARLIE: (Sighing) I will miss it though, won’t you? TAYLOR: Oh yeah. But I’m kind of ready, you know, for whatever comes next. The two look out over their city in thought until it gets too cold. TAYLOR gets up and offers a hand to help up CHARLIE. The pair leave, on to whatever is next.
Starting life in the real world By Jack Harvey
The real world used to be exciting. Looking at reality through young eyes, life outside of school looked like tremendous fun. The things that grown-ups do! Grown-ups don’t have to go to school every day. They don’t have to hold their parents’ hands when they cross the road. They don’t have to let Mum and Dad know that they’re at their friend’s house tonight.
discovery about the real world that so many other people of my age have made: reality is pretty tough. You need money to pay for all of those exhilarating things. Even if you have the money, you need the time off work to go and do them. And even if you have the cash and the time at your disposal, having company can make the difference between a mediocre getaway and a day to remember.
Grown-ups enjoyed the freedom at which schoolchildren marvelled. They can act with independence, coming home when they want, living on their own and according to their own rules. They could drive wherever they wanted and get jobs doing the things that they loved. They could take holidays and fly off to Paris, or Rome, or even across the Atlantic Ocean. They could do all the crazy things that you couldn’t do in PE – windsurfing, skiing, hiking across the moors, diving, maybe even flying aeroplanes.
Sometimes it’s not what you do, but who joins you.
Back then, the real world looked brilliant. Now that I’ve grown up, or at least aged a fair bit since going to school, I’ve made the unfortunate
So, here I am, reluctantly counting down the days left of my years of study. The old sigh, that time gets quicker as you get older, seems true. Three years of a degree in History and Philosophy have gone by pretty quickly. My intentions to study for a little longer may delay the transition, but sooner or later I will have no choice but to step into the real world. Other students will no doubt be in the same boat, expected to start life away from the world of education and in the world in which every-
one else lives; away from teachers and classrooms and into a world of rent, taxation and minimal free time. Some of the challenges have been easing into my life during my studies. I’ve had to pay rent to a landlord to live in York, using the remainder of my loan to afford my food, utilities and leisure activities. But departing university will be an experiment in independence like no other. At least here, if things go wrong, there is advice on hand, whether you are struggling with poor mental health or need help with your studies: out there, I will need the help of my parents and my friends to get by. The pressures of finding a job troubled older generations, but these days most graduate jobs require some form of work experience or internship to make a successful application. Rarely do students receive pay for participating in these, but if they want the job, often they have no choice. Internships are becoming a way of life for graduates.
But the real world isn’t as bad as you might think. Other people we know have gone into it and survived – why can’t we? This may sound cliché, but just because we are aware of the beginning does not mean that we can be sure of the end.
It’s about putting a brave foot forward and embracing the challenges that lie ahead. Things are definitely going to be tough, especially in the current economic and political climate. As I have written earlier, world politics will be extraordinary over the next four years, and the effects of the 2008 economic crisis linger on. But the existence of difficulties is not an indication of impossibility. Plenty of other people have graduated and have gone on to have as much fun as they did at university. Working, paying bills and taxes and so on can’t be ignored, but they aren’t impenetrable barriers to success. The real world is scary, but it’s not a barrier to happiness – who knows, it might even enable me to enjoy more pleasures and see more sights than those granted at university?
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Published on Mar 14, 2017