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

Ryan Bounagui is a self-confessed news junkie, part-time mentor, part-time pie producer, full-time madman. Never too far from a pub.

Underpinning just about every student's life is a part-time job (in a lot of cases jobs). Clothes, books and booze all cost money. Some people stack shelves and/or pull pints, some sell phones and/or serve food; I cook pies and occasionally work with children. From virtually day one at uni I've been working on two fronts. During the week I'll be proudly donning my red Student Mentor T-shirt, visiting nurseries and schools all over the city, howling at the wee nippers' antics and smiling at the unmistakable nostalgia from secondary school corridors and canteens: kids pulling each other's ties, forgetful pupils who've lost their learning diaries shouting 'wit we in next?', and teachers stationed on sentry duty, watching specific targets whose adventurous natures grew at the sound of a bell. At the weekends, I'll still be wearing red in among the antics, although it's in a red apron and it's in the corridors and canteens of Ibrox. Decked out in my cook outfit, with a pair of pink headphones pinched from my mum and a hat that, due to the size of my napper, fit more like a skullcap, I'll be cooking up hundreds of pies, burgers and hot dogs for hungry fans. Looking like a Jewish cook for a kosher kitchen, I'll then walk up and down the concourse singing along to my Billy Joel greatest hits album as I deliver the freshly produced pastries to their kiosks. Each job has its own unique challenges. For the most part, working with kids is an absolute joy, but it can be incredibly testing at times. Some are in that teenage phase where anything that involves speaking, interacting or breathing in front of others is a 'heavy riddy'. Others see school as an education in the art of the 'bam up'. On one project, I had been calling a boy Ian for three hours - to no response - only to discover his real name was Sean and he had been "at it" full time. With Ibrox, the challenge is simply to stay in the kitchen. Being so close to the away end the urge to go out and watch the game can seem irresistible. There's also the temptation to go on a short self-tour of the stadium, looking for any potential senoritas to speak to. Part-time jobs are fundamentally for money and that was the way I had always seen them, while lifestyles are earned, but they're so much more than that. The banter, the satisfaction, the people; you can't put a price on that. If life goes to plan, I'll be graduating, ditching the pastries and hanging up my red mentor top very soon. 'Bittersweet' would be putting it lightly.