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So I graduated on Tuesday night. That is me in the picture to your left. Yes I wore a very heavy gown and that funny little hat. Yes I got to shake some old dude's hand (a.k.a - the Chancellor) and yes my parents inundated me with a million photographs.
All in all it was a long, slow ceremony and I pretty much couldn't wait to leave. To make matters worse I didn't even score a free cookie or apple juice that was included in my graduation fee! RIP OFF! I blame it on the nanas!
Any who, so I now have a piece of paper with my name and the word 'journalism' on it. 3 years of study, thousands of dollars later and I am nothing but jobless.
Well not technically, but I wouldn't consider my grocery scanning job as 'real' or 'fulfilling'.
So, I guess my point is, why let so many people into uni, take their money and then hand them pieces of useless paper so that it's only use is to hang pretty on the study wall?
We all know the media/arts/entertainment industry is about whom you know, and above all luck, but I wish someone told me before I undertook this degree that finding a job would be near impossible. There is not much left to say at this lonely self reflecting moment of mine, but if you're some ultra powerful rich dude, with a bazillion contacts and you can pretty much move the stars, give me a holla. Until then, Merry Christmas. I hope Santa accidentally leaves an extra sack of presents in your lounge room by mistake. Oh the joys of luck.