After graduating from University in July, I wanted to come home and spend the remainder of my summer with my family and friends in Derry before heading back over to Kent to look for a full time job. I can safely say, that after being home and being unemployed for almost five weeks now, I do not understand how people don’t work. Don’t get me wrong, the first couple of weeks were great to have some time off and be able to relax and catch up with everyone but now I am literally bored silly, I need something else to do with my days other than reading and watching TV.
Just a Girl Standing in Front of a Boy
‘My love story may not be the sort you read about in books or see in films. But when it comes to my own life, you can keep your fabulous highs and I’ll happily steer clear of the terrible lows.’
Growing up in Ireland, having 3 good days of summer is the norm but this year has been particularly bad. I went to the cinema on Tuesday to see Ant Man (which was amazing, btw) and had to wear a hoodie and a raincoat – two things that shouldn’t be a necessity in August.
After 8 years, 7 seasons and 92 episodes, Matthew Weiner’s Mad Men reached it’s conclusion last night on AMC.
So the first few months of 2015 have been pretty stressful for me – between managing essays and dissertations, having a part-time job and trying to figure out what the hell I’m going to do when I graduate. I have also been wrestling with the question: Do I even want to be a journalist? And for the moment, I think the answer is no. When I first realised this I thought ‘Shit! What am I going to do now, have I just wasted 3 years of my life?’ but then I took to the interwebs and found that only 1 in 5 journalism students actually go into journalism and that 80% of journalism graduates find employment within 6 months of graduating so that made me feel a little better about myself.
Campaigners are “over the moon” following the overturning of the non-admissions policy at Dalriada Hospital, Ballycastle by the High Court.
However, it’s not over yet.
I have been a McFly fan since the dodgy haircuts and the baggy jeans. I literally grew up with them, going to my first concert when I was just 11. Everyone always said to me, ‘they won’t last, they’ll be like every other boyband’ but I knew that McFly were different.