Life According To... (Podcast)

 

Life According To... (Video Introduction)

 

Life According To... Ellie Smith!

 Hi I’m Ellie Smith and I’m here to talk about my life of being a graphic designer ! I’ve always wanted to be a graphic designer and finally I got the job. You may be asking why out of all jobs I wanted to be a graphic designer? Ever since I was a kid I was obsessed with drawing and doodling I draw almost everyday after school or during school breaks that’s how I wanted to be a graphic designer. 

How it started is I started doing research on how to start my career. I found tools like Canva, Photoshop and many more, but I started with Canva because I have used it before so I’m basically used to it. I started to turn simple drawings into real designs, it wasn’t about the looks, it was about telling the story using visuals. 

My journey began with small projects like school events or designs for friends. Over time, I learned how to take feedback, meet deadlines, and improve as a designer.

I decided to find a part time job as a graphic designer to earn some money I was 18 that time. Now as a graphic designer taking on new tasks like logos, posters, or social media graphics. Every day is different, and every design is a new challenge.

For me, design isn’t just any job, it’s a passion!

Life According To... Georgina Miller!

 A Day in My Life – Georgina Miller

Yo yo yo, whats up my manssss. I am the GEORGINA MILLER. The goat.

7:00 AM

My alarm goes off like it’s personally offended me, but I’m already wide awake. I had the weirdest dream last night—my toaster sprouted wings and tried to escape through my kitchen window. Instead of rolling over, I grabbed my notebook and scribbled it down. Who knows? Maybe I can actually make that happen one day. Stranger things have come out of my experiments.

8:30 AM

I’m out the door with my iced coffee in hand, weaving through the city crowd. The air smells like bagels, car exhaust, and a thousand possibilities. I love it. My tote bag is crammed with textbooks, but the real treasure inside is my latest creation—a tiny mechanical frog I built from an old wristwatch. He doesn’t jump (yet), but he ticks like he has a heartbeat.

10:00 AM

Class. My friends and I—there’s five of us in total—squeeze together in the middle row. We’re inseparable, like a little academic mafia. I’m the loud one, of course, the one who can’t stop cracking jokes mid-lecture. Even when the professor tries to glare me into silence, I just laugh harder, and then everyone else does too. It’s kind of my specialty: breaking tension with a grin.

12:30 PM

Lunchtime. The cafeteria smells like questionable pizza and freedom. My eyes might keep wandering toward Jurdan Veganath. He doesn’t notice, obviously, but my heart does a whole cartwheel every time he laughs. Instead of admitting that, I doodle his name in the corner of my notes, right next to my sketch of a robot pencil ballerina. Casual.

3:00 PM

Lab time. My favorite part of the day. While everyone else is dead serious, measuring this and mixing that, I’m in my own little world. I hum to myself, talk to the beakers like they’re my coworkers, and somehow turn an ordinary spinning pencil into a tiny dancing robot. My professor sighs like he’s about to give up on me, but when I laugh, I swear even he can’t resist smiling.

6:00 PM

Dinner with the crew at our usual diner. Fries, milkshakes, chaos. We gossip about professors, future plans, and the annoying guy in class who thinks he’s Einstein 2.0. Then Jurdan walks by. My friends instantly start teasing me, and I roll my eyes, but inside? Yeah, I’m glowing.

9:00 PM

The city is alive, and so am I. Walking home under the neon lights with my headphones in, I feel like the main character of a movie. There’s so much I want to do, so much I will do. The world feels wide open.

11:00 PM

I end the day at my desk, tinkering. The little mechanical frog blinks its tick-tock heartbeat at me, and I whisper, “Goodnight.” Then I laugh at myself for talking to a gadget, but honestly? That’s me. I flop into bed, still buzzing with ideas, curiosity, and this unshakable hope that tomorrow will be even brighter.

Life According To... Trawa Ruoho!

 PEOPLE, STOP TALKING ABOUT MY GREEN HAIR!

I know guys, what a spontaneous, blow-up for an introduction… but you can’t blame me when I’ve had a gajillion people yap-yap-yap to me about it! Even nosy strangers can’t keep their mouths shut. But it’s fine, I love the attention. I’m gonna tell you all, and HOPEFULLY everyone who saw my green hair today why exactly I have this -  neon green hair.

So, a little while before I got my beautiful anteater hyperfixation, I really loved nature. I went out everyday, tortured every insect by feeding them so much sugar water… so much so the bug itself - no matter what bug - couldn’t fly or move because they digested so much. Yeah, not really a good look on me when I think about it now. It’s just because I loved them so much!

The thing is, my favourite colour was green. Green grass, green leaves, anything that contained chlorophyll. I guess that’s where caterpillars get so green from… 

So I’ve always had the fantasy of having neon green hair. Every day in preschool, I’d never pay attention to my ABCs and 123s to daydream about how people would react if I dyed my hair. Like, “Oh! That girl's hair is so green, it reminds me of grass.” Yes, I want to associate my hair with grass. It’s why my now legal name is Trawa Ruoho (read: grass grass)

So, green was my previous hyperfixation before anteaters ever were! It doesn’t mean anteaters aren’t my favourite of all time, I just didn’t discover them that early…

Anyways! I hope you guys enjoyed my… rather bitterful complaint about other people sticking their nose into my hair. I’ll see you on the next blog. That is, if I ever post one again…

(Don't worry, I will!)

Life According To... Krishnaa Panchal

     Hi! They call me Krishnaa Parth - a name inspired by ancient stories older than time. Where warriors spoke in poetry, and queens walked through fire. In short, I’m a nineteen-year-old who lives between dusty old epics and modern lecture halls. I study literature and mythology, but my true passion is one epic with roots from Indian tradition: the Mahabharat (it’s ok if you can’t pronounce that). To me, it’s not just a story – it's a vast, philosophical universe full of gods, imperfect heroes, fiery queens, and the most impossible choices to ever exist. And with a combination of all of that, obviously dear readers, what follows is an epic war. Not just on a battlefield, but in each character’s mind too. My friends joke that I’m obsessed with Arjun Parth, a charming warrior-prince with a bow in his hand (best-archer vibes) and a thousand questions in his heart. And okay fine, they’re right. In this very blog, thou shalt behold, my mytho-mad musings, weird debates, and everything literature that keeps me awake at 3am. Oh, and if you’re wondering about the name Krishnaa Parth, let’s just say I took my Arjun-obsession very seriously.

     I grew up in a home supported by my father’s silent strength and eternal love. He’s the one who first told me tales of Arjun, not like some distant legend, but like a person you could learn from, question, perhaps even imagine knowing. Hmmm....I guess that’s where the obsession began. I’m the youngest by a few seconds, unfortunately tied with my twin brother Drisht, whose insanity can sometimes be lovable (and a shoulder to cry on). Then there’s my older sister Sara. Fierce, protective and unapologetic about who she is. We may not be royalty or hold weapons, but in our own strange way, my sweet little family hides bits and pieces of an ancient epic in the quiet corners of everyday life.

     Somewhere along the way, my admiration for Arjun (the somewhat nerdy, yet super charming, focused warrior prince of the Mahabharat) sky-rocketed into full-blown fan-girling! I daydream about him turning up in modern-day college corridors, bow slung over his shoulder, casually quoting philosophical and poetic verses between classes. In my overactive imagination, he’s not just loitering about the college aimlessly, but instead, he’s saving me a seat in class, casually dropping quotes while sipping overpriced chai, and definitely giving the side-eye to anyone who chooses to mess around. My seniors picked up the scent of my......little obsession (ok, full-on delusion) and lovingly nicknamed me “the Arjun-fanatic kid”. I laughed it off, but there’s something strangely comforting about having a fictional friend who’s always in the middle of an existential crisis.

     So, what do all my friends get from me? Well, I unbox moments from mythologies that intrigue me, and draw connections to literature, life, and occasionally, my own confused brain.

     And if you’re wondering how some bookworm like me ended up with a (tad-bit mad) scientist, a blade of grass, a graphic designer, and ironically, an author, then go check out our podcast! You’ll know how it all started. I guess, I’m mad in my own way too like Georgina. I love nature, so maybe that’s why Trawa and I click? Like me, Ellie expresses herself more through the pen, than our tongues. And what odds that a bookworm like me would end up friends with an author like Jurdan.

So, till the next blog, bye!!!

Where ancient epics meet modern musings.

- K