By Jessica Marshall
When I first started at AUT, as a Postgrad Journalism student, last year I was confident and cocky. I’d just finished my Bachelor of Arts, a semester early, and thought I knew more than I actually did. Since then, I’ve been knocked down a peg or two – learning can do that it turns out – and I’ve learned a thing or two.
In a few weeks, just over two actually, I’ll graduate from this place and head out into the big wide world of industry. I can’t be the only graduand who finds that idea genuinely terrifying.
The potentially eternal job search looms and I have to keep thinking of what I’ve done and learned over the past year and a half. In truth, I’ve probably learned a lot I’m just not sure what it is. It makes the job application and CV-writing process incredibly difficult. Turns out that the Employability team exist for a reason and I probably should have taken advantage of their services. The good news, which I’ve just been informed of, is that the services offered are available to students two years after graduation. Yay! I won’t be without help for forever!!!
Sorry, I got a little side-tracked. The thing is, though, in ten- or fifteen-years’ time, when I look back on my time at university (probably at a point where I’m deciding whether or not to do a Masters), I probably won’t be able to tell anyone what I actually learned. Given that my entire postgraduate diploma has been a largely practical course of study, I’m hoping that everything I’ll have learned will just be habit.
No, as corny as it sounds, I’ll have memories of people. I’ll remember the two best friends I made during my first year of undergrad, the two brilliant young women who I’ve been able to discuss everything with – from politics to more personal things – since very early on in our friendship. I’ll remember the times I went out for coffee with other friends and discussed books. I’ll remember music listened to and gigs gone to and shopping trips had. I’ll remember the drinks and dinner shared with my fellow postgraduate journos in this last year. I’ll remember debates with certain people over whether Trump is funny or not (they know who they are). I’ll remember the lecturers who helped me when they genuinely could have (and I’m pretty certain should have) given up on me. I’ll even remember the person who served me my coffee every day I was on campus and the people at Ubiq where I made an almost weekly stationery purchase.
I wasn’t aiming to be quite this corny but as I write this, I realise that the thing I’m most nervous about isn’t that I won’t be able to get a job in the field that I want, it isn’t even that I still don’t have the life skills that would make me capable of writing a CV (really should have gone to Employability about that one). No, I’m concerned that I’ll lose track of all the wonderful people I’ve had the very good fortune to meet and know over the years.