Can we all just stop asking me what I’m going to do when I finish my MA? Like, I know we’re all being polite, and some of us might genuinely care, but my answer is going to be the same no matter how many times you ask: I don’t know.
I’m closer than I was to knowing what I wanted for my ‘big gal job’ than I was this time last year. June 2017 I was post-exams, trying to decide whether to accept my MA offer, only really seeing a great big cliff drop in front of me. It was like all four years of undergrad had built up and up and up, and straight after was complete blackness. I had no idea where to even start looking, let alone what I wanted to do and where and why. After graduation was pure emptiness and it was TERRIFYING.
So, obviously, I accepted the masters. I mean, wouldn’t you? I grabbed my 2:1 and ran straight back into lectures as if I’d never written that diss or taken those final exams.
If anything, this year has felt like my final year all over again, just a million times harder (if you can even imagine…).
The good news, this year, is that I technically don’t finish my course until September. My dissertation deadline is September 7th, and until then I’ll basically spend my time alternating between reading, writing, a bit of blogging and a bit of job hunting.
Because, unlike last year, I know *roughly* what I want to do. I want to go vaguely in the direction of marketing and digital stuff and social media – you know, the classic ‘I have a blog and now I need a job’ jobs. I’ve had a go at a few grad scheme applications (okay, more like a million applications) but so far, no luck. I think that’s chill though – grad scheme type things probably aren’t really my thing. I’m a lot less corporate than that kind of thing would force me to be.
The nature of looking for work so far in the future is that you can’t really do much. Most of the jobs going are all immediate start, advertised today and filled tomorrow. I’ve applied for a few where I’ve specifically heard back from them with a classic ‘yes but you can’t start now so also no’ response. Fair enough. Not sure what I was expecting, to be honest.
So having said I don’t have a plan for after uni, perhaps I do.
The plan isn’t really a plan though: I don’t think ‘wing it’ really counts as a plan.
On the bright side, it feels different to last year. I don’t have a job lined up, or anything for that matter, but I don’t have the sense of impending doom that I did last June. There’s no cliff edge for me to fall off, and there’s no long summer to face of people asking me if I’ve found a job yet. It’s my dissertation and then, touch wood, its straight into the job hunt and then into employment.
I’m relaxed, and the whole ‘I have no idea’ is fine with me.
I know I don’t want to go work for a scary big city firm, I’d hate law or whatever, and I know that I don’t want to teach (children *shudders*), and I know that I definitely want to use the skills that I’ve built up over the last three years of blogging.
If I get spare time I’ll scour the job boards and whatever, and see what’s going, and maybe even apply to a few positions if I’m feeling lucky.
One more essay, a dissertation, running the bloody MCR, applying to jobs here and there, blogging and working on the gram, and trying to fit in a semi-social life: for now, that’s more than enough to be getting on with. x