Had my first interview yesterday (the first of many I'm sure). Nervous? Slightly. Clammy hands? Definitely.
It was, quite possibly, the most informal interview ever.
I turn up, wearing a black skirt and white shirt; standard interview clothes, only to find all the employees wandering around in jeans and t-shirts. I've never felt so over-dressed in my life. However, rocking up to an interview in jeans and a tee; probably not the wisest decision.
Went alright, don't think I rambled too much or offended anyone - always a good move. Had to fill out another form and did a little test afterwards to make sure I wasn't a compete thicko (thank you to my parents for sending me to a decent school, appreciate it). Awkward if I failed it.
Next on the list was to sign up for an evening A-Level English course to get my study on. Ironic you might think, considering I was hating my course, but that was Maths, a completely different kettle of fish. Over 3 hours of pure English one night a week - bring it on.
All in all, a productive day.
Definitely not regretting my decision yet, I'm sure I'll get to that stage soon enough, That'll probably come next week after I've been to my first English class.
Friday 31 August 2012
Wednesday 29 August 2012
The Intro.
So I'm new to blogging. I'm new to talking about things. This is going to be fun.
Let's start with the basics. I went to secondary school, did my GCSEs, took my A-Levels, went to uni. For me and my friends this was the natural progression. It's what you did, it's what you do. Stay in education as long as possible; you'll never get a decent job without a good degree, and without a decent job you won't be happy.
How ironic then, that going to uni has been, without a doubt, the most unhappy experience of my life. Don't get me wrong, the social aspect of it was unforgettable and definitely a worthwhile experience. However, the main reason for going to university, i.e. the course, was not great.
First year; Maths = painful (standard), Economics = less painful and mildly interesting (bearing in mind I'd never done it before, this was a nice surprise). Fail first year, check. Warning bells were almost definitely going off in my head, but university is university, and a good degree is a good degree, so I powered through. Pass first year a year later, check. Hate every moment of it, check. Stupidly carry on to second year, check.
As you can see, I have made some fantastic choices over the past three years.
Having realised the massive mistake I was making and how unhappy I'd become after doing all this, my natural conclusion was to stuff it. And stuff it I have.
Now I'm spending my days trying to get a job, sort out work experience, get some volunteering sorted as well as trying to work out what I want to do with my life. Not an easy task, but one that, at the minute, I enjoy doing. It hasn't got to the soul-crushing stage yet. Two weeks down the line I'll no doubt be tearing my hair out, crying, and generally wondering why I decided to ruin my life. I look forward to it.
Let's start with the basics. I went to secondary school, did my GCSEs, took my A-Levels, went to uni. For me and my friends this was the natural progression. It's what you did, it's what you do. Stay in education as long as possible; you'll never get a decent job without a good degree, and without a decent job you won't be happy.
How ironic then, that going to uni has been, without a doubt, the most unhappy experience of my life. Don't get me wrong, the social aspect of it was unforgettable and definitely a worthwhile experience. However, the main reason for going to university, i.e. the course, was not great.
First year; Maths = painful (standard), Economics = less painful and mildly interesting (bearing in mind I'd never done it before, this was a nice surprise). Fail first year, check. Warning bells were almost definitely going off in my head, but university is university, and a good degree is a good degree, so I powered through. Pass first year a year later, check. Hate every moment of it, check. Stupidly carry on to second year, check.
As you can see, I have made some fantastic choices over the past three years.
Having realised the massive mistake I was making and how unhappy I'd become after doing all this, my natural conclusion was to stuff it. And stuff it I have.
Now I'm spending my days trying to get a job, sort out work experience, get some volunteering sorted as well as trying to work out what I want to do with my life. Not an easy task, but one that, at the minute, I enjoy doing. It hasn't got to the soul-crushing stage yet. Two weeks down the line I'll no doubt be tearing my hair out, crying, and generally wondering why I decided to ruin my life. I look forward to it.
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