Wednesday, 7 May 2014


In a society increasingly overwhelmed by graduates, the question of what we should be doing after university is fast becoming perennial. The likelihood for most soon-to-be graduates is that they have been in education nigh on twenty years, during which time they have no doubt been encouraged to ponder their future career, but to what end? I for one have flitted from dream to dream and have always been encouraged to do so, but as my graduation nears, I wonder how helpful this has really been? Have any of these proposed careers ranging from the sublime to the incredibly ridiculous (world famous ballet dancer-I’ve never tried ballet and have ankles that snap when I run for the bus) ever been considered with assiduousness? The truthful answer is, I really don’t know. In a society with which we are increasingly engaged, how do you separate those things with which you are generally interested from the very thing you wish to define yourself by? At 19, I subscribed to the ideology that I would figure it out eventually and until then working part-time, or in temporary roles, travelling the world, would be fine; in my mid twenties however, that ideology seems just that: too ideological and increasingly unrealistic. Perhaps the real problem has to do with accessibility- an array of medias create the impression that anything we want can be infiltrated. Like most graduates, the immediate reality of the ‘real world’ isn’t particularly appealing and sadly, it just doesn’t matter. In looking for roles which share even the slightest nuances with one of our many (many) interests, maybe we’ll figure it out (what to do, where to do it, why?) Just, not now.

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