One more year left of post-secondary education for me. I’m filled with mixed feelings about that, ranging from unexplainable happiness to to complete indifference.
The though of being in a career has ups and downs, but overall it seems like a giant step forward after already completing four years of post-secondary education. The homework, vacant eyes, and condescension bore me after all these years. While the beautiful women, intellectual conversation (occasionally), and low-stress lifestyle are definite pluses.
I find myself in a situation where I am struggling to make sure I approach this year with motivation and confidence, but without ego and conceit. This task has been a difficult one for a number of reasons.
I am entering a writing program designed for second year college students, when I’ve already completed a four-year History degree with honours. Bill has made it a point to say that direct transfer haven’t exactly been God’s gift to journalism, and I hope to prove him wrong in some regards.
I am treating this last year as a war, hence the quote I used as my title (look it up, it’s Shakespeare). I’m going in to do my job, without wasting time, and lazing through another year of schooling. I am going to try at this course, for once in my life. I will conquer it, and push myself up out of this city hopefully. Destination unknown, but somewhere that isn’t here.
I hope you will all support me in this, my professional year of school.