Higher education opens a door to a new world, it provides you with access to new knowledge, new perspectives, new ways of thinking. It provides you with the chance to master an art or a science you love, to become an expert in your chosen field. Or it’s somewhere to get drunk a lot, have sex, waste £30k, learn how to be the same as everyone else and delay employment by 3 or 4 years.
It’s all a matter of perspective I suppose, or where you go to university. Either way some skills are learned at university whether you like it or not. And even if you go to the worst university to do the worst degree you will still develop some core skills. For instance, you’ll learn to work in a team, write to deadlines, perfect the Pot Noodle, work in different environments and discover every possible way to justify laziness. Of course depending on the quality of the degree and the university, you should also pick up a bit of information about what you’re actually studying*.
That was not the case for me, so If you’re craving a Chicken and Mushroom Pot Noodle, I’m your man.
I suppose the idea of learning indirect practical skills is true of anything really, even ISIS have an accounts department. And blogging is no different, it might appear to be just writing, but there’s so much more to it. Straight away I can think of; time management, public relations, networking, marketing, making coffee, taking cripplingly cringeworthy staged photos, concealing sponsored content and weaving a thin veil to place over your inherent narcissism.
I’ve learned skills, I have, mad$killZ even. The majority of the things I’ve learned though are about my character and about the way I view myself. Of course, theres still some practical things, I’ve certainly had to be adaptable and to forgo my inhibitions. I think as time has gone on I write with more freedom now and I have confidence when I write, but I suppose primarily daily blogging has forced me to come up with increasingly creative ways to tell you I’ve had a headache.
I’ve had a headache all day. Again.
I’m an experienced headacher now though. I knew it was coming, I woke up looking around the room slowly, stiff as a log, in the same way you don’t want to stir a hangover. It didn’t work, this was the stir fry of hangovers* – with added flax seeds. I struggled through the day but it was actually quite productive. Sold a shelf.
By now though I seem to have had more headaches than depressive episodes, or anxiety attacks or any other mental health issue, and for a mental health blog thats a pretty poor showing. 3/10. I’m going to have to watch ‘My Girl’ and listen to Antony and the Johnsons for hours in order to spur on a lull to regain my credibility.
*No idea what that means.
P.S If you do want to buy me a coffee, it is now possible, as in the side bar there is a button that literally says ‘Buy Me a Coffee’. Click on that, add your paypal, and I’ll take 3 euros off you. If you don’t click on it, I won’t take any money… just your indignation.