Spring 2017 Released!

Westwind’s annual print journal Spring 2017 is now available online. Give it a look!

Mel

Winter 2017 Released

Here’s our Winter 2017 Journal! Please enjoy!

Fall 2016 Released!

Here’s our Fall 2016 Journal, so please leaf through it and lose yourself in the worlds created by LA artists and writers.

Westwind Spring 2016 Released

This creation arrived fresh off the press. Pick one up, peruse through it, peer into the lives and stories formed by LA artists and writers. You can even hear my voice on page 83… Strange, isn’t it?

Spring 2016 

In Wee Edinburgh

The weekend approached, and I planned nothing to fill the days of rest between modules at King’s College. Every morning in the canteen my friends discussed their trips, forgetting about the finals and dissertations for a while. The free time stumped me, as I gazed at the calendar and noticed the void. Staying in Cambridge

The Pembroke-King’s Programme

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As cliché as this may sound, this summer has been the most memorable time of my life! The stories I will return home with will be kept forever in my memory, waiting to be told to family and friends.

MMV

First Night of the Proms

15 July – My Cell Signalling class ended and once more I traveled to London. With my light carry-on, I didn’t go to the Cambridge Rail Station. Instead, I opted to book a coach with National Express.

Obrigada, Lisboa

8 July 2016 – I left the Cell Signalling class at 11:15 am, making my way to the Cambridge Rail Station for the 12:15 pm departure to London King’s Cross. That solitary walk along the tree-sheltered Brooklands Avenue led me away from the familiar Department of Engineering. I never looked back.

A Calling

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2 July 2016 – Yesterday morning I took the no. 2 coach to London, arriving at the Crown Pier about 2 hours later. Eventually, we (the 350 students) boarded the Sarpedon and cruised through the Thames. Rain poured as usual.

8 St. Edwards Passage

After leaving Los Angeles a week ago, I began feeling at ease in Cambridge. Well, of course I’m in a better mood – my luggage arrived. I returned from punting to give Catherine’s keys to the Porter’s Lodge, peering over the desk to see the black baggage propped against the wall. Other than the fortunate news of my belongings,