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March 19, 2018 | by  | in Opinion VUWSA |
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 Welcome everybody to yet another VUWSA column.

I’m your Treasurer/Secretary for the year, Jack Donovan, and oh boy what a year already. From O-Week to a student rally , it’s been pretty bloody busy.

More importantly though, how are you going?

Freshers are entering their third or so week in halls – that weird stage where the novelty of being constantly surrounded by people you hopefully like is starting to wear off a lil.

Second years have found an exorbitantly priced flat which for some reason is already starting to grow damp and mouldy.

Third years and up are all constantly checking to see if they can either finish their degree early or are likely considering dropping out on a daily basis. Postgrad students are probably doing something very stressful for not much pay as well.

With all these concerns and worries, it’s so easy to stress out. When I’m stressed, I recommend just chilling out, maybe reading a book, and of course, going to the VUWSA IGM (Initial General Meeting) which can be found in the Hub from 12pm on the 21st of March. Come eat some free food! Vote on our new education officer! Listen to me talk about the budget!

All these are super exciting activities and I can’t wait to see you there.

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