With Easter Comes Change

This time of the year becomes significant for a number of reasons. Firstly the obvious, religious connotations surrounding Easter, the fact lent now comes to an end (and I can now finally eat chocolate again), but this year it also signifies that the end of the last three years is finally in sight.

Three years have slipped through my fingers. University is coming to an end. I can still recall my panic the day I moved into halls, over the fact I thought they would give my room away if I was late. I can remember shaking with nerves at the prospect of going back to university for the second time. I can still feel my clamy hands and awkwardness at meeting my flatmates, who just so happen to have been the best friends I ever made.

It's hard to put into words exactly what being at university has done for me, and how it has shaped me into the person who is now writing this blog.
I have nothing to complain about except for one minor thing. And if I'm honest, it could all be down to me-The fact I have no clue where my life is going when I finish uni in May.

Looking for work on magazines is more difficult than you would imagine. The cut-throat journalism industry isn't being quite so kind to me right now. From applying for work experience, internships, junior assistant jobs, receptionists... it's harder to get your foot in the narrowing door now more than ever before.

I'm not one to be deterred by this prospect. However any talk of the future has me quaking in my boots, and I switch off pretending not to listen to the conversation. I just need a break, to show someone what I can do, and I know I'll surpass every expectation. All I need is a chance.

So in the meantime I'm going to carry on applying left, right and centre for all the jobs in the world, whilst I put the finishing touches to my essays and smelling the leather binding on my dissertation.

Here's to change.... lets hope it works!