It’s been six months since I graduated. Sometimes I completely forget that university was a thing that I did, but I had a little reminder recently and thought to myself ‘boy was that a long ride…’
I studied at uni for four years in total; a three year undergraduate degree in Film and Creative Writing and then a one year intensive masters in Journalism.
I’ve always loved education and my masters was the best thing I’ve ever studied, but equally the hardest. In such a short space of time I really felt like the course developed me as a person and it gave me the tools I’d need to progress within my career. It was an active and practical course and within a week I was expected to start interviewing people for unpublished news stories I’d found myself. I was so TERRIFIED I even considered quitting. I hate speaking to strangers on the phone and I hate rejection, so having to ring people I didn’t know, requesting interviews in the likelihood of having the phone put down on me gave me pure anxiety.
I did push myself out of my comfort zone though. I started to develop my own savvy interview style and phone skills and it seemed like the people on the other end quite liked me. By the end of the course I was interviewing and filming drag queens around London pubs and I had an hour long Skype call with a woman from Washington who worked for an organisation that collected research about the discrimination of women in media (both were absolute golden highlights!) I couldn’t believe how far I’d come. I learned how to write better, film better, edit and most importantly how to speak to people.
I feel confident that I made a good decision to do a masters in the subject I did. However, reflecting back on how much I learned from it, it made me realise how dry my undergraduate degree was…
Don’t get me wrong I loved studying film, it was fun, and fun is good…but it’s not practical. I can’t even remember why I chose to study it other than the fact that I’m a film junkie. You’re so young when you have to make these life changing decisions and nobody really preps you for it. Your 18th birthday rolls around and all of a sudden it’s the start of the rest of your life.
I always knew I loved writing and creating ‘content’. Writing is special to me because I can write about anything I want and I can do it anywhere I want. Nothing can stop me. So I tried to write as much as possible throughout my film degree and I attempted to tailor it to my interests.
And I have A LOT of interests. I can never really just ‘like’ something, it always consumes me. So choosing one thing to study was hard. But I was consumed by cinema at the time so that’s what I chose. I got to write an ace dissertation, watch loads of wacky films and go to a bunch of film festivals in Europe; in the moment I absolutely loved my degree.
Was it worth £9000 a year though? No. And will I ever actually use it in my life? Probably not. It’s shit to think that you may have wasted three years of your life but I do believe I was lead down that path for a reason. I’d like to think that wherever my career takes me in the future, that I’ll find myself with a project or in a meeting and piece of what I learned from studying film while I was a silly teen will be useful right there, and it’ll make me happy.
I’m curious to know if anybody else has felt this way about their degree, or any choices surrounding university…