It was a lovely way to absorb the energy and get a sense of the strong teamwork between our star-studded teams here at Notts. There was always something interesting going on, keeping us off our phones and in the moment. My friends and I also managed to bond, sharing our commentary on the games and telling stories of some of our own sports too.

As long as you’re willing to be respectful and encouraging, I would encourage anyone to give it a try too!

Sometimes it's just simple repetitive granny squares with patterns I know so well, I don't even have to count the stitches. Sometimes it's something I have never tried before and have been saving for later. Sometimes it's completely improvised! But it's always in a safe space with no background distractions- I get to be fully present in the moment and listen to the sounds of the environment around me.

It's nice to take a few moments away from thinking about your deadlines or how you're going to use your next "free time" to do something productive instead. Moving away from the fast-paced aspects of life can be equally as productive for your mind. It allows you to take a step back, relax, and come back with a new perspective on things!

(But don't procrastinate your deadlines till the night before, keeping yourself engaged with study materials keeps you familiar with the soft skills required for your degree!)

It’s my first Ramadan away from home, and I was a bit skeptical about how it would feel. But being with friends who make you feel at home really makes up for it.

We cooked the meal together and then spent the evening playing games and just talking. For a few hours, no one was really on their phones, we were just enjoying each other’s company.

During moments like these i realize how important it is to get off our phones and spend time with our loved ones.

Being there helps me feel more connected to nature. In particular, seeing the deer always makes me feel happier. There is something peaceful about watching them. They move freely without any pressures or responsibilities. Sometimes I reflect on how simple their lives are, with no deadlines or expectations, and that perspective helps me slow down and feel more at ease.

The hours stretched thin. The waiting felt heavier than usual, as if it knew my doubt. In my mind, I had already rehearsed the emptiness I would feel once I entered my room: the silent table and the polite acceptance of fate. But somewhere beyond my sight, something was moving. A door I didn’t knock on opened. A message I didn’t send arrived.

Food came; from here, from there ... like scattered pieces of a puzzle I never knew was being assembled. A text from a friend, A box at the gate, A neighbor’s unexpected knock. What I feared would be my first empty iftaar became a table overflowing.