![]() I became interested in mental health for two reasons: firstly, my own problems, (especially in those terrible first two terms of my first year) and secondly, when I met an acquaintance of my mother’s who is bipolar and who was part of an online discussion community, made up of bipolar people and their carers/ family. I ended up ‘specialising’ in Social Anthropology, which is the ‘comparative study of human cultures’, which I’m now noticing is important simply for cultural awareness between the different students on my course. It was a week for growing up, as I was camping in a site all by myself which was rather exciting, and there was nothing to do after a day’s work in the field but to listen to a lot of Radio 4 on my walkman. For a long time, on the bus ride between Oxford and Cambridge, I got all sentimental and thoughtful when the bus went past the various places I’d visited with Abby and the other girl (after five years, I’ve completely forgotten her name). We saw this rubbish horror film which scared the pants off me. I nearly got thrown out of a bar because I evidently looked underage. ![]() On the Friday night, three of us ‘girls’ went out on the town in MK, which was an education. The small of my back got burned from where my tshirt didn’t quite cover the gap between the bottom of the T-shirt and my jeans, it was so sunny and lovely. I loved the people who ran the site, Pat and Jon, and I loved being outside all week. I loved watching ‘Time Team’ on Sunday afternoons, and I did a week of archaeology outside in a field midway between Milton Keynes and Northampton very shortly after my 17th birthday, one week in late August, in an effort to be a hit at the college interview for the BA. ![]() I knew instantly that that was what I wanted to do. When I was 17, I read the blurb in the Cambridge prospectus for the Archaeology and Anthropology degree, and I fell in love.
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