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Sula Powell: The pinnacle point
August 19, 2016
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I really cannot believe I am writing my penultimate article. Being entirely honest, I absolutely would never have thought anyone would actually want to read about me and my absurd and monstrous eating habits even once, never mind a whole two years. It is rather astonishing. I will not be overly buoyant and self-assured, but I would like to think of myself as having at least some — even one would be adequate — avid and devoted readers out there (thank you).

I am simply amazed how incredibly fast the time has gone. It seems to progress even more rapidly when you are having fun. Although I must minus all those days spent in my desert hovel having uni-related tantrums.

As I write this I am very tenaciously striving to hold back the tears, mostly because I will not have anyone to tell about all my restaurant jaunts, how much sushi I have consumed or my weekly quinoa intake. In addition to that, it would be incredibly foolish to cry now when I have one more piece to create. I anticipate harbouring the tears will influence some great, worthy writing.

At school my English teacher was forever preaching about the use of raw emotion and its importance in enticing your reader. I understand I really need something other than food stories to do that! For the finale,  long awaited and ridiculously overdue, I suspect many of you are thinking — naturally I plan on employing full dramatic effect fuelled by my love (and talent) of exaggeration. Think Oscar speech-esque, lots of tears and that long, yawn-inducing thank you speech to my mother.

The pinnacle point of the month was eventually managing to successfully secure a new internship, this time in the PR & Communications department at a global architecture and engineering company. I think it was my classic, persistent emailing and surprise phone calls that did the trick again, ironically, a key trait in any good PR person.

Typically, the whole process in acquiring work related documents, before I had even started working, was unnecessarily drawn out and made at least a million times worse by the uncooperative nature of the university and those wonderful phrases (the only phrases they know, it seems) all staff members love to smugly, utter to you in your moment of despair, ‘we do not know’ and ‘we cannot help.’ Further worsened by the fact the only person who could help was not actually in the country nor responding to emails, a true example of cruelly rubbing salt into the wound!

After a few nervous breakdowns, followed by at least a month of patiently waiting and crazily staring at my Gmail inbox, I received all the required documents; the words NOC and Immigration Card best not arise again for a while. Rather bravely, the documents were followed by an ‘Internship Success’ survey from the university. I think I would like to appoint my stubborn side to deal with the matter and simply complete that survey in the same amount of time it took them to release a Company Reference Card and gain two signatures.

I love being a working woman, and admittedly not a student. Not only can I now update my LinkedIn profile with a new position, but I have learnt an array of various new business related terms and overcome and embraced numerous, unfamiliar experiences that push me outside my comfort zone. I also feel immensely professional and valued when sending out meeting requests with my very own signature branded under every email and liaising with directors.

In keeping with tradition, I cannot possibly submit a piece without mentioning food. I think I may have found my new favourite place to go in Dubai (until next week), the Galleria Mall. I had my nails done at SOH salon for the first time, they also paint Birkins and Converse, but, unfortunately I do not own a Birkin nor could I probably afford to get it painted but if you are brave enough their designs are incredible. To console myself and replace the emptiness not having a Birkin creates, the truffle fries and halloumi pops at Slider Station were inhaled. I’m still kicking myself for not trying the truffle mac and cheese!
Sula Powell is a Scottish/Jamaican business student at Heriot Watt University in Dubai. Sula is a keen horse rider and a part time model holding a number of prestigious titles including Europe’s Perfect Junior Teen. For the remainder of her journey in the UAE, Sula will be sharing her experiences on the ups and downs of student life.

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