Lately, I have been spending most of my days and nights musing over what to spend the rest of my life doing. A decision of huge magnitude I am sure you will agree. Since I was the grand old age of 13, I had my heart set on being the staff writer in a teen magazine after finishing my journalism degree at Dublin City University. I was so definite up until now people have taken it as a given, "oh Áine no need to worry about UCAS you know what you are doing with your life." But do I really?
I have been piling up my DCU prospectuses (or is it prospecti?) for years but now Galway is beginning to sound more and more appealing. I think it may be because it is just like Letterkenny in another place and unlike Dublin, I don't expect to be mugged all the time. Naive country outlook, I know. I had my heart set on doing English and Irish in Galway until last night. Jesus, my mind is as changeable as Jedward's popularity.
I have been, quite coincidentally, watching a lot of films and reading a lot of books about writers. The writers in these stories seem to have been so unflinchingly motivated and knew immediately that their calling was journalism. I would love some Jesus style signal to show me my vocation. This has gotten so bad I have been reduced to disregarding my atheism for some answers. Might as well ask Santa. These tales of journalistic triumph spurred me on for about ten minutes then I got depressed and watched Jeremy Kyle. Somehow Jeremy always makes my life seem better or at least with less hooped earrings and adultery.
The career teachers have been absolutely no help. There is a surprise. They are basically employed to show you how to get onto Qualifax and that's a days work. Either that or babysit the class while we chat and pretend to be intently studing the prospectus for University of Back Ass of Nowhere. I mean some can't even say CAO, that has to be against some career teacher regulations. Most recently, they tried to take the whole of Leaving Cert to our local IT to say thanks for using their computers one time. These people are allowed to influence the future of this country. Dear Yahweh.
The recession has been affecting my choice too, I know you are thinking "eww the recession how cliché" but it really is. The industry of media was severely cut throat before insufficient funds were thrown into the mix. My main concern is that I will work for 3 years and end up with my Bachelor of Arts to keep me company in the dole queue. I had tried to counteract this issue by doing a degree with Irish and English, most people are very ardnosach when it comes to Irish but let's face it the cúpla focal translates to big bucks. I'm not sure about that either since my Irish is shocking. Seems like I have quite the effing dilemma on my hands.
This blog has been my attempt at making some sort of effort towards becoming a writer. Well there is always Mickey D's....
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