Hello and welcome to the first edition of a new segment: Scary Things. This time: University.
So, I know it’s a bit early for me to start thinking about that kind of stuff, being only 16 and everything – at least that’s what my parents say. But that doesn’t stop me from being super-worried.
The thing is, I don’t know what I want to do after I finish school in two years. Right now, I just don’t have a clue. I really want to do something that matches my personality and my passions. Which would mean a Bacherlors Degree in Creative Writing.
Yes, that actually exists. I could study it at Birkbeck in London, which is the city of my dreams at all times. The course seems really great and I would really learn a lot. It would help me be better at what I love the most (after eating chocolate): writing.
It’s a four year course, which for me, being sixteen and all, is a really long time. I mean, that’s like a quarter of my life! But then again, when I finish, I’ll only be twenty-two. That’s still so young, I could still go and do everything with my life that I want.
I know that a degree in Creative Writing isn’t a very good career option, but the longer I think about it, the less I actually care. I mean, if I don’t want to trust only luck, it’s the best chance I have to make writing my career.
I’ll just put this out there on the Interwebs. That way I can just recheck my arguments again sometime.
Now, University is scary because it’s such a big step. Although it’s some kind of school, it’s different. For many students, University means moving out of their parents’ place and live on their own. It means student debts and hard work and just so much new stuff thrown in your face.
And as much as I look forward to moving on and have an independent life, really growing up, as of now I can’t imagine being able to handle my life on my own. And that’s what scares me
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