end of an era
As yet another uni semester draws to a close, I realise that this time, it’s different. I won’t be returning (apart from a stint in summer school, but that’s another story).
I’ve been so looking forward to leaving the stuffy world of academia behind and yet, as the end approaches, I’m not so sure. Part of my insecurity stems from the fear of never finding, or being selected for, the writing job that I’ve dreamed of, another part is sad to say goodbye to the easy-going lifestyle a communications degree has afforded me.
I’m curently deliberating about enrolling in a post-grad degree in speech pathology, a profession so many worlds apart from journalism I’ll have to do a year’s worth of bridging courses before I can actually start the two-year degree. While writing is my first passion, I suddenly feel the need to conrtibute something a little more substantial to the world.
Alas, time spent learning is never wasted; my mum always says that everything happens for a reason. Who knows where I’m going to end up?
One thing’s for sure – blogging has really grown on me. I might even keep polluting cyberspace with my dilemmas and wonderings for a little while longer …
photo / tbh / stock.xchang
