Girl. 21. Full-time polyglot and part-time notebook scribbler from a gusty and gloomy ghetto in Yorkshire. Baptized in the murky waters of the River Calder, I attended a private school run by lions who taught me how to read and roar. I have just finished my second year as a combined honors student in Lying and Being Late to Everything and will shortly be upping and leaving said ghetto for the tropical jaunts of Central and South America in the name of academia and adventure.