So here I am. Just another journalism graduate succumbing to the world of the blog, and hoping to take that world by storm.
I’m currently in a state of limbo – I’m neither somewhere or nowhere – I graduated from Liverpool John Moores University last month, and began the next chapter of my life – and for the first time in a long time, nothing is mapped out for me. Until now, I’ve always known what was next – school, secondary school, college, GCSE’s, A-Levels, University…and now what? Currently just a lot of signing on at the job centre, a lot of unpaid work, and a lot of applying fruitlessly (so far) for jobs.
I never expected to be sad to leave Liverpool. My first two years were difficult to say the least and probably one of the biggest challenges I’ve ever faced. It was a culture shock to go from my safe and wonderful friends, my comfortable and clean house and my caring and loving family to a completely alien existence – living with four strangers from completely different walks of life and taking on the new challenges that university faced.
Countless times, I considered leaving uni. At one point during my second year of university, my Dad called up my grandparents to brace them for the possibility that I might not make it to the end of my course. There were a lot of tears, a lot of stresses a lot of phonecalls to a load of supportive people, a lot of meetings with a brilliant tutor, and one evening spent in Lime Street Station crying my eyes out trying to decide whether to get on a train and go home. I knew that if I got on that train and went home, I would never have gone back to Liverpool.
But I didn’t get on that train, and I didn’t run away from the challenge I was facing, and after my final year of university, I can honestly say I’m glad I didn’t. My university experience has been the biggest learning curve I’ve ever had, and my time at JMU has made me a stronger, more confident, and made me realise that I can do anything I put my mind too – even if it’s not the easy option.
But that learning curve is over, and I’ve got another one to face. I’m hoping with some serious positive thinking, some proper northern graft, and a bit of inspiration from all over (currently taking my inspiration from the Dalai Lama – not even kidding) I’m going to start the next chapter. I’m excited (most days), terrified (every day) and keeping my chin up (currently working at about an 80% success rate here).
I’m not sure what Im going to write in this blog, but hopefully my strange sense of humour, and the trials and tribulations of a girl trying to find her way in the world will keep you interested. And if not, at least I won’t drive my family and friends crazy with my ramblings, just a computer screen.