So, four weeks ago today I left school. I had feared that an unfillable void would consume my life for the following three months until I left for university in September (Edinburgh, to do English Literature and History – extremely exciting!). Such a void didn’t immediately come to pass due to a couple of social events in the first week and then being involved with a great play. However, in the week since that play finished I have found myself at kind of a loose end and I realised that I have no idea what one is meant to do with the rest of their life after they finish school.
Ideally, upon entering this adult world an individual would find a job. In the last few months I’ve applied for a handful of jobs and asked in a multitude of local businesses if they were in need of temporary staff. Of these, one turned me down (Boots, because I failed the online test – apparently stating men and women should ignore gender labels on perfume and arguing that make-up is pointless makes me undesirable?), and the rest simply didn’t get back to me. Of these, I found out that one wasn’t hiring temporary staff so I’m hoping that’s the reason for the rest – I can’t really blame the national youth unemployment of rate of 20% because we’re generally lucky with low unemployment in the area I live. So, yeah. I’ve kept my eye out for vacancies but I’m starting to think there’s really no point getting a job for two months only to then move 300 miles away. Instead, I’m planning to volunteer. I’ve applied to the local credit union who will hopefully take me on but failing that I might stalk the charity shops.
As a result of this unemployment, I really have entered a mild state of panic as to what adult life actually entails. Even with a job, unless it’s a dream job – which is unlikely – I’m envisaging adult life as a constant struggle for fulfillment. I’m sure it isn’t, but I’m allowed my adolescent moment of terror for adulthood, right? (If not, how else do you explain The Catcher in the Rye’s popularity? Certainly isn’t its groundbreaking narrative!). For the remaining two months I’m planning to piece together various idea to try to fill up time. Make crépes, travel to the northernmost point of the country, write a novel/dragged out short story, make more crépes… Oh, and I’m getting a piece of work published in an anthology at the beginning of September (probably)!
Well, I’m sure I’ll have more to do which interests me once I arrive in Edinburgh. Museums, libraries, societies, the parliament, studying… Ahh… Also, I was wondering whether I should start making ‘vlogs’ when I get there. My reasoning is that there will be so many visuals of my new life I’ll want to show off which words alone won’t be able to do justice. I’m not that great a speaker, but perhaps vlogging would actually help with that? Anyway, I’d put them onto my Youtube account if I do decide to go with that.