As I approach the climax of my education, I feel a twinge. Third level has been a twisted path- one littered with failures, u-turns, a self diagnosed heart condition, and insurmountable debt. But there was always a definite job at the end of it. (honestly, there was) There was a light at the end of the tunnel. (No, genuinely, there was)
Without going into the obvious, that carpet has been well and truly ripped from under my naive feet.
It seems that when you have a degree, certain things become expected of you. "When are you going travelling? " is a question that is asked at every turn, so much so that you start to feel that the staff of trailfinders are working undercover,wearing your friends faces as masks. The expectation that you have to leave Ireland and travel for a year in the two years following college seems to be unavoidable.Only a mad person would want to live in Dublin. Stay in Ireland? Who the fuck wants to live in Ireland?
None of my friends apparently. And as the rats are starting to jump into the water one by one, the sinking ship is starting to feel lonely.
8 comments:
Hang on, did you post this 9 days ago? My feed-reader only just picked it up, and the fact i'm the first commenter on this suggests it's new. I'm so confused right now.
either way, it's nice to have you back and you have my sincerest empathy on your situation. After a three year break from third level i'm just finsihing up my postgrad and am finding the options few and far between. But it's nice to think that someone might stay, isn't it? riches and excitement do not necessarily await you abroad, and at least rents are going down.
Andrew-lets put it down to an edit error-I should have changed the date. Its today's stock.
You're right. What is so great about abroad? Misery travels... But are you not contemplating Canada or am I way off the boil?
The lady was offered an interesting, though poorly-paid job in Nova Scotia, put didn't want to go on her lonesome. turns out the immigration people wouldn't let me go there and just be a pretty little house-husband, and the working visas are all gone for this year. So no Canada for either of us for now. As a teacher England would be the easiest place for me to get a job, but I would sooner sleep with derek davis than work in the English education system.
Don't hold me to that.
Andrew- Derek Davis is suprisingly gentle, you shouldn't knock it till you've tried him
Dublinista- I fully feel your pain, the industry I'm degreeing my way into has recently decided to stop existing.
We were promised that we'd be the first generation of Irish people not to be exiled, this is officially bollox.
More time to blog though, I suppose...
andrew-I agree with Rua about DD. You could snuggle up and watch "Live at three" re-runs afterwards. Hard luck with the visa, but at least in grimy Dublin theres no bears.
Rua- Join a leper colony
Derek Davis is suprisingly gentle, you shouldn't knock it till you've tried him.you people! i don't have the words!
the guy from the university in Nova Scotia did call him a "house-husband" on the phone. he said it in such a way that implied he'd have to wash his mouth out with soap later.
Rosie; don't act like you've never wanted a bit of "Dr. Double D Davis". Hypocrite...
If you think Dublin's lonely try Belfast, it's not really Ireland but then it's not really anywhere else.
Post a Comment