I’m about to graduate from the University of Bristol. That’s a sentence I’ve been replaying over and over in my mind ever since I got back from the Easter holidays. My last Easter Holiday. The last time I’ll ever have a break from being a student. Until I graduate and take a break from it forever. I’m fine.
The hot topic of conversation amongst all finalists with whom I’ve come into contact has been what we’re all planning to do with the next phase of our lives. Or rather, how uncertain we all are about what’s coming next.
Some of my housemates are planning to stay on and do an MA, which tempted me for a while, but as I find myself swamped beneath a dissertation and another essay (whilst juggling innumerable extra-curricular activities) I’ve come to the realisation that maybe it would do me good to take a break.
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So I’m going to do that. Not in a “gap year” way. In a “let’s apply for loads of jobs, stay in Bristol, and try to sort my life out” kind of way.
To try and set the wheels of this groundbreakingly original idea in motion, I’ve been going to as many Careers Service events as I can book onto (they’ve been hosting a “Media and the Creative Arts Week” and for the first time, I feel like the Careers Service is useful to me). I think I want to go into something in the arts. I’ve got lots of grand plans for immersive theatre installations I want to create, and surrealist plays I want to write, but who knows what I’ll actually end up doing.
It seems at the moment, like my future is a big black hole waiting for me to foolishly fly close enough to find its gravitational pull inescapable, so that it can suck me in an distort me beyond recognition.
But I think that’s fine.
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