The beginning of semester two seems to have crept up on me. Having stayed in Newcastle for the majority of the Christmas break working a pantomime (Oh no she didn’t…), I don’t feel as though I’ve had a proper break. From completing semester one assignments, to cracking on (slowly) with my dissertation, and figuring out the next steps of my life after undergraduate study, its fairly safe to say that this is the busiest semester yet.
And the question on everyone’s minds… “What are your plans for next year?”
Well, 4 months ago, at the start of final year, I didn’t have a clue. But the options were there. Do I do a masters? Or go straight into work? Take a year out maybe? Or move back home and pester my family? After much deliberation and advice, I have decided to study a masters. As much as I love English Language (my current topic of study), I can’t see myself doing this forever. With all the assignments and research papers that line my folders, its time to take the creative path I’ve always wanted… journalism - not very surprising coming from a sub-editor for the student newspaper! And luckily for me, my Dad found one right here at Newcastle (clearly not too eager to have me home!).
With application forms coming out of my ears, and no time to travel to different universities for open days, this decision has been a complete stab in the dark. And if you know me, you know I’m very methodical and plan everything. So to say this was a scary step for me is an understatement.
But one thing I have had to keep in mind, is that this is a completely normal feeling. Being in your 20’s is all about taking that leap of faith (cringe), trusting your gut, and making mistakes. I am so lucky to have support from my friends in Newcastle and family in Sheffield to help guide me through this somewhat emotional time. And even though I have some things ticked off my list in terms of applications and big-ish decisions, there’s still a whole lot of this scary second semester to go.
We’ve got this guys… I think!