I have so far only been excited about finishing my studies. I've only done three years (and will therefore - hopefully! - be a Bachelor in English Literature in June), not even five, and still I'm bored with my studies. It's not that the subjects are boring - English literature, well, literature in general, is incredibly interesting and I love reading and exploring texts, finding out why Shakespeare was a genius (was he a genius at all?) and why everybody seems to think that Gulliver's Travels is a children's book (it's not). I'm bored with spending most of my time in front of a computer, or in the sofa, reading, being busy with something very solitary while everybody else get to work in groups and and interact with other people. So we go for lunches and occasional drinks which is great, but it's a spare-time-thing and I wish my studies would include some more interaction. Intertextuality, please!
Anyhow, now that it's nearly over, I find myself building up a tension, wanting to grab hold of my studies and cling to it, so that I won't have to delve into actual labour. Searching for a job is perhaps my least favorite activity, and I dread months of C.V. sending (trying to seem clever/nice/edgy/right) and phone calls and interviews and waiting, waiting, waiting -
Then again, holding a job is great if it's a good one, where there's mutual respect and responsibility. If I was a guy I'd probably be a singing transvestite in a variety-show, but as it is I'll probably be someone's assistant. Hm. The assistant to a singing transvestite in a variety-show?
posted by charlotte at 09:49 - comment