It's a never ending spiral...

'To get experience I need a job. To get a job I need experience.'

Life as we know it currently revolves around the idea of making money. All I ever hear is young people infatuated by the idea of building a fortune and having the house and car to match, all of which are expectations which will realistically be met only in their wildest of dreams.

The expectation of wealth has rapidly overtaken the true indications and measures of happiness replacing them with idealistic images of what it truly means to be happy.

The internet is plastered with images of ones like this, providing false ideas of happiness and removing the truth behind what is important.

Recently I began volunteering at West Hampstead Women's Centre as a receptionist.  The thought of volunteering for such a long time throughout the day terrified me from the start, I didn't think I would be able to cope with such long hours- especially without the incentive of being paid at the end of it.

Much to my surprise, I completed my first seven and a half hour shift at ease and thoroughly enjoyed myself throughout. The day reminded me that there is much to to do in the world rather than sticking in a job that my heart is not in simply because of the pay check at the end of it. 

We live in a society where spend our entire week simply longing for the weekend, loosing sight of the opportunities which are available to us within the wider world.

The volunteer opportunity opened my eye dramatically and since beginning the role I have  began taking steps in researching my dream career. All in all, the volunteering opportunity has been a great experience giving me insight into the wider world and helped me to decide on the career of my dreams.

One step at a time.

Clearly I rushed into the idea of making a blog before I had even decided what I wanted to write about. I still haven't fully decided, but I guess it will come to me soon, seen as I have now got a lot of spare time on my hands and I constantly have a lot on my mind.I have finally finished my first year at university and I'm still struggling with how fast time is flying. 

The pressures of succeeding and doing well are always something which will remain to be of strong importance, but I feel as though I am on my own. I have no encouragement or guidance in gaining experience or building my knowledge of the wider world. However I feel like it is just something that I know I should be done. University has opened my eyes to the varying attitudes towards learning and education. Without singling anyone of specifically the majority of the people that I have meet who have already come from wealthy and successful backgrounds are the ones who slack the most. Their ‘I don’t care’ attitudes towards the concept of learning and bettering yourself puzzle me massively. With that being said I have still met people who have come from poor backgrounds who don’t attend lectures, struggle to pay rent, and use their student loans to feed their drug addictions.

Society and education teaches us that in order to do well we need to work hard and it will all work out. But the bigger picture breaches far wider that simply working hard. Success is about networking, who you know (and sometimes who you don’t) which evidently builds the opportunities available to you. We are taught the each chronological step we should follow in order to live our lives 'correctly': Go to school, get a job, get married and have children. Is this living?

We are all copies.

Products of the system

There must be more to life than this.

Right? 

The first post...

With the end of my fresher year rapidly approaching I thought it was about time I start up a blog to share my day-to-day turmoil's involved in being a Communication and Media fresher at Loughborough University. I am currently a week into a well deserved month break from university; so far I'm taking each day as it comes, however the thought of assignments and exams coming up is always at the back of my mind. A buzz of deadlines continuously haunting what should be a relaxing break.

It may sound crazy but it is only just really dawning on me how old I am getting and the responsibilities I am going to have to take. I will be turning 20 next year and my fresher year will be other in roughly two months.

The dreaded question ... 'So, what do you want to do when you leave Uni?'

I always thought it just be my parents bombarding me with the dreaded question, but now it seems to be the automatic reaction whenever I mention even simply the idea of university to anyone I meet. Siblings, friends, lecturers.. even my dentist questioned me on my intentions.

But the thing even more scary than the question...

..is the fact that I have don't have an answer.