Friday, December 6th 2019.
The last official day of teaching for my last winter semester at uni. After this, just one left!
I’m both fortunate and unfortunate that I had quite a significant number of friends graduate this year. On one hand its been insightful to see the realities of graduate life prematurely, that its not all grad-schemes that pay well, or companies fighting to get you to join them. It looks to actually be a lot of nos, come back another time, get more experience and head scratching. This is some ways, while a bit scary, also soothes me. Probs a bit skewed this statement but let me explain.
Next year/ post graduation in July (touch wood), I’d like to do some breathing. The appeal of ‘just working’ is pretty strong. In my mind, I picture a flat on Glasgow’s South Side, working in a bar/cafe, doing some side projects, and just living. Being able to take in some of this city’s opporutnities without having to stress about writing an essay, or getting up in time to get a seat in the library. This is of course the ramblings of a caffeinated, semi-stressed final year student, who would like to be very done with her essays, but still the daydream would be a nice reality for a bit.
The flip side of having a lot of graduate pals is that fourth year has been hard. It probably would have been hard anyways, but with such a change in my human landscape I have deffo felt a little lost at sea. I’m very thankful for the moorings of the Glasgow peeps, but when your family gets scattered, the things you took for granted feel like a lifetime ago.
Not to get too melancholic, all I really wanted to say was that I think its ok to daydream and make loose plans, but also to say to myself is not to get lost in those plans.
Also, I wanted to say thank you to those who read these ramblings. I do hope to continue to procrastination writing next semester and into graduate life. If there is anything you have particularly enjoyed over this past while and would like to maybe see more of, please don’t hesitate to get in touch!