Sunday, 22 July 2018

Masters Sum Up Post

You knew it would be coming, it had to be coming at some point soon, and in an effort not to finish my dissertation I have had a moment of clarity in my blog-writer’s-blog-lack-of-things-to-write-thing that is going on at the moment. So if all goes to plan I will have at least a few more posts in the upcoming weeks rather than the silence like the first half of the summer.

I thought it might be worth doing a Masters sum up post and reflection on how my last (educational) year has been – this will also tie in with a big announcement post that I am hoping to release a couple of weeks from now, so stay tuned!

As all of you will know in great detail (and if you don’t where have you been the last year and a half?) I moved to Paris at the beginning of last September to do my masters in International Relations. If you cast your minds back, about June time of last year I was having a proper life crisis as I was leaving Royal Holloway, my home for the previous three years, and I had no idea what to do with my life. Flash forward to no, so much has changed, and I don’t regret any of it for a second, but what is the point in doing a masters, and is it really worth it?

Well, first of all, let me write a disclaimer that this is no way at all meant to disparage anyone’s choice to do a degree, masters or not – just what I think about it all for me. For some people doing a master’s my even be a necessary evil in this day and age – for example in psychology to achieve qualification in your specialism it helps to do a masters. But for me, an average 2:1 English and Classics graduate, what was the point?

Well, honestly, there really wasn’t one. I could have got a job, and for a while that is what I decided I was going to do, I even managed to get a few interviews. I could have taken a gap year once again to either earn some money or live at home or go travelling, whatever. I am lucky that all these options would have been open to me. For me, doing a masters was a chance to combine education and travel by going to Paris. 
Yes, it cost and arm and a leg (but working 5 jobs in 3rd year I think qualified me to do this) and as uncool as it sounds, I have always loved learning and becoming more and more qualified – as much as I can be. I think it is part of my obsessive personality that I always need to have more and more certificates and qualifications, even in silly things like singing grading or karate belts when I was younger.

Also, for me, doing a masters was a chance to change subjects, from English and Classical Studies to International Relations was not a massive jump as they are both essay-based humanities subject, but there was still a bit of a learning curve – understanding how all the theories worked and were supposed to be used – to be able to analysis rather than just describe certain events. It was hard work, don’t get me wrong, but personally I didn’t think it was any harder than 3rd year, except there was more of it.

Coming to the last 5 weeks or so of dissertation writing has made me realise how much I do really love learning, writing and asking questions, but I am honestly not going to miss this damn essay and the nagging feeling that there is always something else to do!

What about a PhD you say? Well, maybe one day when my rich and famous singing career is over!

Have a good week my loves!

Lots of Love, Kate xxx

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