So I was walking into uni today, it was pretty cold and windy and most umbrellas were inside out and discarded by their owners left on the wayside like abandonded pets. And I got to thinking...what on earth will happen once I graduate.
...I have been skirting this question, quite artfully I'd like to think.
See there is something that you have to know about me, which perhaps you could relate to as well. I am the offspring of parents who believe that they can change the world. And you know what, it's rubbed off on me. Im ashamed to say that the cynicism that I was once so proud of has worn away to reveal a rather hopeful girl, who if she was honest, secretely still believes she can change the world.
So here I am, in the third year of an Arts course at a University with a pretty big expectations and vague notions but not a clue about what to do next. Ive got alot of books, a bucket load of questions, and behind that a truck load of fear. But this is me right now, thats okay I guess.
Now what? Well Ive been saying that perhaps I'll try my hand at writing, yet I realised on my walk this morning that really, I know little about writing or whether or not I like it or not, so I might use this space to try that out, A review, a song, a poem, a story, a question... and maybe on this journey I'll figure this post grad life out.
Any comments, ideas, thoughts, experiences, bring 'em to the table, I'd like that...
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