After three years of studying English with Creative Writing, I finally graduated in July 2013. The whole day felt like a dream, and I can honestly say that it was one of the best days of my life. I had overcome so much to stay at university, and I left believing that the world owed me something. How wrong I was.
I got more and more depressed over a three month period, and I had days where I didn’t leave the house. The job centre was demoralizing, and I felt like my life was slowly falling apart.
Ever since I can remember, all I wanted to do was write. Read the rest of this entry
Twenty-something filmmaker Cris Thorne discusses his filmmaking background and his motivations for creating Common Threads, a web series about twenty-somethings: Read the rest of this entry
Freelance writer extraordinaire. That’s how I want to be described in one year’s time.
Twenty-three years ago, my mother gave birth to me, and my father cut my umbilical cord. About ten years after that I fell in love with reading, and shortly thereafter with writing.
When I was in high school, I decided journalism would be my chosen genre of writing. Telling the stories of people, places and things was what I wanted to do every day of my life. It’s still what I want to do. Read the rest of this entry
Hello, darling sunshines! My name is Muna Sharma, and I’m a second year at the University of Virginia. Currently, I’m looking to transfer to Clemson University in the spring, if god permits! I moved to the US in 2010 from the occupied Palestinian territories — Ramallah, to be exact — for higher education.
Ever since I was a kid, I had a “bad habit,” as my parents liked to put it, of defending innocent people who I deemed oppressed, or voiceless. Read the rest of this entry
This post was written by Mackenzie, who works in real estate and property management:
I was never a very decisive person…especially when it came to my career aspirations. I’ve dreamt of everything from being a plastic surgeon, to a fashion designer, to a volunteer veterinary assistant.
It wasn’t until early 2009 when I made the decision to go to University. Part of the reason for deciding to go to post-secondary was because of my parents. I got the old, “go to school or move out” speech from my mom, so I did what any confused 20-year-old would do, and I signed up for classes the next day.
I’ve always had a penchant for writing, so I chose to enroll in the Bachelor of Applied Communications in Professional Writing program. Read the rest of this entry
“I received a distinction for both my degrees, and I now clean SHIT in a foreign country.”
A Facebook post from Benjamín Serra Bosch, a 25-year-old Spaniard residing in London. In the post, Bosch expressed his frustration of having two bachelor’s degrees and a master’s degree but having to work in a coffee shop where he cleans toilets:
Over-qualified toilet cleaner’s rant goes viral on Facebook (digitaljournal.com)
Bosch states that he’s not ashamed of his job, but he’s upset about lack of opportunities he’s had: “Cleaning is a very worthy job. What embarrasses me is having to do it because no one has given me an opportunity in Spain.” Read the rest of this entry
I still don’t know what I want to do when I grow up, because I feel like what I really want is to just never grow up. Getting out of college was a lot like being dragged out of a safe and comfortable nest. It was only five months ago that I graduated, and I’m still not entirely over it.
I was always encouraged to get a degree in demand, not something I was necessarily passionate about. I picked my two degrees (English and Philosophy) without much consideration whether they were going to land me a job. People had warned me about the curse of being a liberal arts student, how finding a job was going to be quite the task. Read the rest of this entry
On Wednesday, I posted the 100th 20something profile to be featured on my blog. When I started my blog in July of last year, I didn’t know how I was going to get ten people to contribute, let alone a hundred.
But almost a year-and-a-half later, this blog contains stories of 100 twenty-somethings in 11 countries (US, UK, Nicaragua, Australia, New Zealand, Kenya, Nigeria, India, Singapore, the Netherlands, and Canada).
I’ve had contributors in a variety of fields, including journalism, fashion, animation, film, theatre, radio, military, advertising, marketing, PR, education, finance, retail, graphic design, and nonprofit, among many others. Read the rest of this entry
My entire life I had everything figured out. I worked hard in grade school to get into a great college, moved across the country to California to study public relations at a small, liberal arts university, participated in every extracurricular imaginable, and spent endless hours working unpaid internships to boost my résumé. Every life stage had attainable goals and timelines, all of which I trained myself to strive toward and ultimately found extreme comfort in.
Every class, networking opportunity, and volunteer commitment had a dual purpose: to enhance my life’s experiences and to increase my options after college. Read the rest of this entry
I never wanted to be in college. I hated going to class and only took the classes that I was sort-of interested in. My apathy towards college was strong, and I mindlessly went from class to class, where learning was just a side effect of doodling in my notebook.
It wasn’t that I disliked school or learning; I was actually deeply unhappy with something outside my academic life. I originally wanted to go to a university far away, but after pressure and threats from my boyfriend at the time, I gave up that dream to stay with him. A decision made for someone I believed I was in love with turned into my biggest life’s regret. Read the rest of this entry