As most of you who read my blog will know, I am now in my third year of university and fretting somewhat about the impending doom that is ‘being a grown up’. Granted, I have already done the real world thing once before, being a ‘mature student’, but this time I know what I want to do with my life. I don’t know exactly how to get there, but that’s another matter. Several of my house mates are sharing my trepidation at entering the full-time working world, and not a single one of us is entirely sure how to make our degrees work for us.
Of the seven ladies I live with, only two have come straight from school into university. The rest of us have taken anything from one to five years out of education to really decide what it was we wanted to study. For this reason we have all chosen subjects we are genuinely passionate about and want to follow into a career. However, we have all found one massive problem. Good grades and work experience just isn’t enough for employers any more.