My friend is getting married tomorrow. I am currently dashing back from Germany to be there, and I am so excited. She is the second of this particular group to get married and as well as having the
honour of watching her getting hitched to the love of her life, it also means an opportunity to catch up with the girls.
I refuse to believe I am old enough to get married, although many of my friends are determined to prove me wrong. Of my two groups of friends from Loughborough University, we have had 6 weddings, 4 children and 8 homes bought! It seems like it is just me lagging behind still as a student.
It’s funny where life takes you. When I left school at 18, I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I went to university because I always knew that was what followed A-levels, rather than having a game plan in place. I studied Drama because I was passionate about it, and had a smidge of talent. It was very daunting therefore when I left university the first time because I didn’t know what I wanted to be!
The most optimistic part of me wanted to pursue acting. I had dreams of being snapped up by a casting director as I walked down the road, but of course, this hardly ever happens. So, I started working as a teaching assistant because I couldn’t find any other work and really enjoyed it. I then had an opportunity to move to London for three months as my friend was going travelling and wondered if I wanted to take her room in the flat. I had saved enough money to cover the rent so I decided to take her offer up.
A few weeks after settling into city life, I contacted the National Youth Theatre, of which I was a member, asking if they wanted any help, stuffing letters, making tea, that sort of thing. They emailed me back and soon I was working as an expenses paid intern. This was followed with an offer of a job working within the Creative Learning department and before I knew it three months had turned into two years. The friend whose room I had taken came back and, along with her now fiancé (husband tomorrow!) lived in the lounge until they found a place of their own.
I was starting to think however, that a job in the Theatre wasn’t right for me. Although I helped to run the Access to Higher Education course the NYT ran, much of my work was office based and I was beginning to get cabin fever. I love a spreadsheet as much as the next geek, but I knew my future was in something more practical.
It was either teaching or something medical. I applied for Midwifery after being inspired by an old school friend who had recently started her training and the rest is history as they say.
It’s never too late to embark on a new career. See you next week.
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| I do...want to do this! |
I refuse to believe I am old enough to get married, although many of my friends are determined to prove me wrong. Of my two groups of friends from Loughborough University, we have had 6 weddings, 4 children and 8 homes bought! It seems like it is just me lagging behind still as a student.
It’s funny where life takes you. When I left school at 18, I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I went to university because I always knew that was what followed A-levels, rather than having a game plan in place. I studied Drama because I was passionate about it, and had a smidge of talent. It was very daunting therefore when I left university the first time because I didn’t know what I wanted to be!
The most optimistic part of me wanted to pursue acting. I had dreams of being snapped up by a casting director as I walked down the road, but of course, this hardly ever happens. So, I started working as a teaching assistant because I couldn’t find any other work and really enjoyed it. I then had an opportunity to move to London for three months as my friend was going travelling and wondered if I wanted to take her room in the flat. I had saved enough money to cover the rent so I decided to take her offer up.
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| Spot the Drama student |
A few weeks after settling into city life, I contacted the National Youth Theatre, of which I was a member, asking if they wanted any help, stuffing letters, making tea, that sort of thing. They emailed me back and soon I was working as an expenses paid intern. This was followed with an offer of a job working within the Creative Learning department and before I knew it three months had turned into two years. The friend whose room I had taken came back and, along with her now fiancé (husband tomorrow!) lived in the lounge until they found a place of their own.
I was starting to think however, that a job in the Theatre wasn’t right for me. Although I helped to run the Access to Higher Education course the NYT ran, much of my work was office based and I was beginning to get cabin fever. I love a spreadsheet as much as the next geek, but I knew my future was in something more practical.
It was either teaching or something medical. I applied for Midwifery after being inspired by an old school friend who had recently started her training and the rest is history as they say.
It’s never too late to embark on a new career. See you next week.
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