I should’ve guessed it… All the fun that was had yesterday. All the drinking, socialising, cake eating and dancing, added with the fact I Was getting paid for it, I should’ve known karma’s vengeful way of evening the score would be bitter. After I posted my short description of yesterdays events, completely missing out the executive staff member streaking, the amount of booze and cigarettes we were allowed to consume during the actual shift, again, surrounded by execs and the sheer lack of work we actually did, I went to bed. Little did I know that in 3 short hours I’d be woken up by a phone call from my Dad telling me he had just opened a letter from my Uni.
“Your Uni J? But I didn’t think you went to Uni?! I never hear you talk about it…”
Well, that in itself, is the problem. The reason I live in Manchester now is because technically I should be studying Events Management at Manchester Metropolitan University on a Foundation Degree level. The problem is that I have a very short attention span, and when I chose to study that course, I chose to go based on the potential of learning things about the events industry. With my future plan being along the lines of something within the music industry, I figured it’d be a great course, plus I’d be living in Manchester centre.
The problem is that when I got to this course and started going to my lectures I slowly realised that University is exactly like every other academic institute I’ve ever been to. Nobody teaches you anything, and none of the students learn anything but how to pass the next exam, or how to write 2000 of the right words to get you a tick on a piece of paper that will tell other people that you know something.
I’m by no means a dull minded person. I consider myself quite intelligent…. honestly. I just don’t have it in me to learn how to pass an exam. I preffer to learn how to do things, and frankly a year in those lectures wouldn’t have taught me anything. So instead, I chose not to bother with my lectures… or my coursework… or my exams… resulting in 6/7 failed modules.
Now don’t go thinking I haven’t learned anything this year. I’ve learned a hell of a lot about how venues work, how music management works, how event organising can be a endless struggle to find an affordable middle ground of all your wonderful dreams, but the main thing I’ve learnt this year, is that I definitely do not need a piece of paper to get started with my carear. Don’t get me wrong, if you want to be a dentist, or a therapist, or lawyer or an engineer, I wouldn’t say just give it a go and have big dreams. I know life doesn’t work like that, but my ambitions for life (or for the next few years) are all 100% attainable with no degree whatsoever.
So hopefully 2011 will be my year of practice. I’ll have 2 steady jobs (hopefully) I’ll be photographing a lot more often, and with all the plans for ‘Ft;’ knocking around in my head, I’ll be running a couple of club nights a month too. Especially living with the guys I’m living with next year…
I say next year… technically it’s in 5 days… I’m so stoked! I actually can’t wait. I’ll keep you updated on the open invite that’ll be floating around for the big house warming bash!
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