Ah, ok I exaggerated all that a little. But c'mon doesn't everybody feel a little 'down', disheartened and really bloody angry that it all went too quick...when Uni ends. You work really hard (spending three years earning free entry to the best clubs) studying and stuff, to the point where you often wake up feeling queezy (nothing to do with the hangover). And it's all a bit of an anti-climax really. Graduation day. You spend one half of the day wondering if you'll fall on stage, if you'll get to see everybody, if they'll pronounce your name right or if they'll even say your name at all! And the other half of the day, you're not likely to remember after your dads taken you for a few drinks (and let's be honest, when dad's paying, who has limits?). All in all though, seeing the proud glow on the faces of your family makes it all too worth it. All of it.
I'd say I was still in the hangover stage, absolutely gutted that Uni has come to an end - mostly because I can't decide what my next step is (and believe me, I've tried to do it all since I left - move to London, move to Dubai, become the manager at my local Greggs). But I seem to be getting no further than my local Tesco for a loaf of bread and the evening gazette.
It brings me to my quandary...how does somebody with no professional experience, or 2/3 years working background, get a job (get the experience) in a climate whereby thousands of people are applying for the same role and you're required to have experience.
WHERE does the EXPERIENCE come from?
I find it understandable why people come out of university, having had the best three years of their life, and end up progressing nowhere with their careers. Nobody tells us what to do, where to go or how to get where we want...but they were all quite happy to push us 150 miles away to university when we were 18 and unsure whether we wanted to go or not!
Experience comes from experience. If you can't get the experience, you won't have the experience.
Of course, though, there's thousands of opportunities at big firms (and little firms) all over the country for people like me. They call them internships. They sound great. Who wouldn't want to interview celebs, make contacts, live in London for 3 months and get paid the lump sum of £5 expenses to cover their lunch? Oh...
Rant over.
Au revoir, auf wiedersehen, ciao, GOODBYE.
