I find it hard to relate to people who say university was ‘the best time of their lives’ because it really wasn’t for me. It was long hours, lots of travel time, no money and so many stupidly pointless group assignments. I hadn’t really shaken my residual awkwardness from high school (who am I kidding, I’m still completely embarrassing) and the core television and radio subjects that were part of my journalism degree filled me with complete terror. I chose journalism because of my love of writing, not my desire to be in front of a camera or microphone.
The lecturers and tutors at QUT were mostly pretty fantastic and didn’t sugarcoat the difficulties that would face our class of graduates. Lots of people want to be journalists and there aren’t too many jobs around, especially in Brisbane. That’s a pretty daunting notion when you’re surrounded by confident, talented, ambitious people all with the same goal. Looking back, I wish someone had sat me down and told me the following: Continue reading