Here is the latest in our series of blogs by Glasgow students.

Julie McLaughlin juggles her time between student life at Caledonian University and attempts to teach her dog to dance.

The clock is ticking on the semester's end and restless papers shuffle in libraries, as every students mind drifts to the same thing- if I can just get 40% I'll be happy. In fact the deadline clock is perhaps the most stressful, similar, if not worse, to Carol Vordeman throwing numbers at you as the countdown tune rings in your ears. Or so I have heard anyway. I, on the other hand, decided to get away with the family for a week up North (to de-stress before the stress) to Pittenweem. Of course a holiday in Scotland means packing for all weathers, it's perhaps the only place you could get the perfect sunshine selfie and then five minutes later find the heavens have opened and you have a face like a well skelped arse. The first night, of course, was spent looking for the pub. But instead we ended up in what seemed like a pub/restaurant/ café/ bakery, it was a somewhat strange atmosphere. Of course this had little impact what with it being a Saturday night and all, the place was packed…No wait, there were only four people, five if you count my dog, with my family consisting of three and the other person working there. Don't get me wrong, the staff was lovely, but it doesn't quite compare to the bustling night life of Glasgow, but I guess that's why people go to these places, to escape the bustle. When morning came, I set off with all the good will in the world for rolls, just some rolls, maybe a newspaper. But what I had not accounted for was that it was a Sunday morning and everything was shut. So as I walked back home with my head in my hands, dismayed at my failure I walked past the chip shop, which for some reason was open. Yes, a chip shop was open at 9am but the corner shop, post office and pharmacy, no they were all shut. Because of course it would be the chip shop that sold the morning rolls and paper… I guess I have become accustomed to living in Glasgow and the fact that you can always find a 24 hour shop. I have been spoiled for choice. Perhaps quiet and quant with incredible views, rather than your 3am nightclub zombies, was a nice change. So as the days went on, long walks with the dog in the day and a few drinks then bed, I couldn't help but wonder, what do young people do? Although I don't think I seen a single teenager the full time I was there, (It was the Easter holidays) I had seen schools so they definitely existed! Where were they? Perhaps there was a hotspot that visitors like me were not privy to… or there had been a teenage apocalypse. So, whilst quiet and quant was good for a few days, I definitely couldn't live without my late night McDonalds runs and the fact that I am one of those 3am nightclub zombies. I guess I am just a city gal at heart.