I was always one of the ‘Why?’ ‘Why?’ ‘Why?’ kids. A royal pain in the butt. I enjoyed everything at school and went through merry hell choosing my A Levels.
I still can’t pin my interests down – I love naturalism, wax lyrical about erosion and study engineering, but freelance for music magazines and aspire to write a comedy script that is actually funny to people other than just me. A pure ‘Renaissance Woman’ if you are being kind, ‘indecisive’ if you are being realistic.

Naturally I had no idea how to choose my first degree – English, Engineering, Geology, Biology, Geography, Archaeology, Squid Fishing? I may as well have picked one out of a hat. BSc Natural Sciences (Earth Science and Archaeology) seemed a happy(ish) medium. Cue a surprisingly rapid three years at Durham University.

Perhaps this serious career-related consideration should have begun in earnest the best part of three years ago, before my BSc left me the proverbial ‘fish out of water’. Without a strong direction to take from my degree I was unable to secure a relevant or stimulating job and although I knew that further study was probably the route for me, I simply hadn’t banked on the difficulties that I would have in funding myself through another academic year.

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