I know, I know, I’ve recently finished my exams and now I’m supposed to write a witty or extremely boring post for the “living the British dream” category. More »

I’ve been keeping myself quite busy since the last post (February? O dear!), for instance I am not only a committee member of 2 societies, but I’ve also started my own!

So today we shall learn how to start a new society at the University of Essex.

WARNING: steps may vary depending on the University and country. The author will not take any responsibility for harm, serious injury, death or ridicule resulting from using this instructions in a University with different rules.  More »

We might say I am now a veteran of lab work and practicals, or so I like to think after a whole term of lab-coats and gloves.

The lab is made of two rooms in the School of Biological Sciences, top floor. Microscopes have their own room.
The first thing to do when you have a practical is arrive on time (duh!) and patiently wait until they open the door get changed in one of two rooms and wear the famous lab-coat and the protective spectacles (the ones you got when you arrived). More »

I suppose I should have written this a long time ago…
Anyway lectures were not a all what I expected them to be. More »

And so my new life in my new home has begun (cheesy music from an American TV show anyone?).
Now, since we the people in Britain are meticulous, the whole first week is not about desperatly trying to get your University ID (quote any of my friends in Italy), but to make you feel welcome, at ease, beloved, cared for (maybe that’s a little bit too much, after all you don’t even get toilet paper…). More »

Here we go, in the end I did what all high school (liceo) students do: I chose a degree so crazy I can’t go to the university right behind my house.
In fact, it’s so incredibly crazy that I can’t even stay in Italy, or in the “Continent”: I’m moving to England (note for geography geeks: yes, I mean that specific part of the United Kingdom).
But let’s start from the very beginning: to whom did I give puppy eyes to get where I’m about to get? More »