Final year is around the corner. Oops, that sounds wrong, let me rephrase it. I’m on the final year highway that goes straight to graduation.
Over the past few months, I have met and mingled with my old high school friends. Instead of “What subjects are you doing this semester?”, they ask, “What are you going to do next year?” and oh, I don’t have anything planned for next year.
If you are still a first year student, embrace the moment, you have at least two more years of known future, while I only have nine months left.
And I don’t know how many magazines, Facebook pages, and Twitter profiles that I have subscribed, liked, and followed in the past few months. I have even bought an iPad 3 as an excuse to improve my browsing skills, and to be connected even more to the world.
I have finally become a final-year-student-who-is-desperate-to-find-her-dream-job-zilla.
What’s even worse, I don’t even know the exact definition of my passion. Sure, I like writing, and yes I love writing, but even writing has 1001 specialisations to go to, which one is mine?
And psychology. I love psych. If I know a theory, I will babble to anyone, even those who don’t want to listen about the latest theory in developmental child which criticises Bronfenbrenner’s Ecological Systems theory. Go google it.
But the thing is, I have no idea what to do with my future.
Worse, I don’t even know what my dreams are. When influential people say you have to dream big, and live your dream, I will then say that I have a very big problem, does that disable me to be successful?
Next, I have a bit of fear issue. Fear is not good for your soul, I know that. But what kind of company would want to hire a newbie like me? Plus, haven’t you heard? People got sacked from their jobs everyday. Hundreds of thousands have lost their jobs, hundreds of thousands more will lose theirs in months to come.
The same thing applies for further studies. Gee, I’m not a pass student, but I’m also not an HD student. Grades are just a piece of paper, but when that piece of paper decided if whether you’ll get a spot on doing your Honours degree or Master’s, it becomes THE piece of paper.
But I’ll stick to my principles, I will not sell my soul to the devil, studying all day and night just for the sake of that. I value my experiences, my hobbies, my life, my social life and my sanity too much to do so.
But dream jobs aren’t found, they are made, aren’t they? They are not to be given to you on the first interview you have, but to be forged, discovered, refined, and redefined over and over again, right?
At this very moment in time, I fancy a job from home. Literally. I am bad at waking up early, I am very bad at going to bed on time. I need a job whose hours are flexible, able to be done over coffee or on the sofa, preferably with a little bit of traveling. And the only job I can think of is to write a book. Which I will, if only there are some keen readers who would actually like to read my book…
In the mean time, I fancy some more blogging and hot tea, while trying to keep being enthusiastic in my studies and do every assignment with a fair amount of justice.
Okay, time to brew some more green tea.
notice the trend?