Why go back?
That's the big question. The big "W". To understand why my friends berate me with this question, you must first understand who my friends are. The majority are between the ages of 26-30 who have recently completed university degrees - some even post grads and masters programs. These folks are again separated into two categories. The first would be people settled into careers, content or not and achieved through their post secondary degree or not. The second group are people who have worked hard at school, paid a bunch of money for their education and now are struggling to find jobs with a massive load of student debt weighing over them.
So it's hard for them to understand my grey area. I just turned 28 almost two months ago, I'm single, no house, no car, no kids and working management at a high volume retail store in downtown Toronto. This is not to discredit my life and these experiences I've gathered. Being single in the city and working a job with benefits and a salary is pretty sweet. And while at first glance one would assume it's only a retail job, the friends gained, knowledge learned, and business sense acquired is irreplaceable. But the thing is, this isn't all I want. My passion lies in media, and I want to conquer that passion.
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What a disenchanted 23 year old student may look like. |
I finished a two year diploma program in broadcast journalism at Conestoga College in 2008. If you're unfamiliar with the demeanor of 23 year olds at the end of their college career, let me tell you something - they know everything. Or at least they think they do. Or at least I did. I was interning at Rogers Television and on the radar of some producers there. I had the travel bug, first going to Europe on my own during the winter break. When I got back, my career didn't seem to matter anymore. To me, it would take care of itself. I was good and talented enough to feel that entitlement. So instead of focusing on that last semester of school I simply gave it up. My mind was moving forward - with the travel bug, like I said - and I was going to El Salvador for a month of volunteer work. When I got back, the world would be mine for the taking.
I was in for a harsh reality. When I returned I couldn't find any work. I applied to every radio, television and newspaper outlet that was hiring, driving two hours out of the way to drop off demo reels at studio front desks. Not so much as a sniff. Even at Rogers, where I thought I had an in, the closest I got was a phone interview for a videographer job. My program co-ordinator at Conestoga was urging me to go back and do a post-grad diploma there, but I was too proud to go back. I thought I was too good for it. Which is ironic since that summer of 2008, there was one point where I was working part-time at the record store and living out of my Oldsmobile Acheiva in a Waterloo parking lot. (A very roomy automobile until I stashed everything I owned into it including a mounted Star Wars one sheet that proved to be a very ineffective blanket).
Rather than keep pursuing my dream, I gave up. I worked a series of jobs - first a retail job, then moving back home to Amherstburg doing odd jobs I could. These included taking care of family properties, factory work, chopping wood, and digging drainage trenches. My family and friends were giving me pity jobs more or less (still very grateful, though). It was during this time and another trip to El Salvador that I realized I needed to go back to school. The market was flooded with a hundred thousand of me: with some college education competing in a very narrow field.
August of 2009, I was given an opportunity to teach ESL at Toronto language school. I accepted the offer on a contract that filled out the rest of the year. Once finished I was working with a friend doing sales for his business. While I gained great experience and got to travel and work with a friend, I was probably the most unhappy I had ever been. It had been my dream to work in media and I saw myself slipping further and further away from that dream. I applied to Media, Information and Technoculture at UWO. The program, I thought, offered me a way back in and the chance to rebuild my media portfolio which sat dated and unused. But that bullish attitude I had in 2008, the one that thought it was too cool for school (yes, really) came back to bite me on the ass. My poor grades on my transcript were standing between me and undergraduate studies. Devastated, I plummeted further into helplessness. But the summer of 2011 saw some changes for me that helped turn things around. First, I moved back into a house with my old Waterloo roomate Drew, whom I had lived on and off again for the five years prior. My relationship with Drew is a really easy one where I feel just being together eases everything out. Then I got two promotions at my busy retail job which put me in a more stable place financially. Then I looked in the mirror. After I admired my boyish good looks and dirty blonde locks for a matter of moments, something really sank in. There's been nothing I've failed at in my life because I wasn't good at it. I've only failed because I let myself. I get things - I'm a quick learner and I believe I have the ability to share that knowledge with others effectively. An academic career wasn't out of my reach if I wanted it. I re-applied to UWO and had a contingency plan of returning back to Conestoga, tail between my legs, to bolster my transcript if I didn't get in.
This past spring, thinking my app fate the same as last year I checked my online application (which had been a daily ritual at the time) to see if I had got in. This was the end of May so I had resorted myself to not getting in. I was actually preparing to contact my program director at Conestoga College to head back with my tail between my legs to start over, which was fine by me. But then it was there on my screen. A little green circle. With the words "Offered Admission" next to it.
I laughed, then I went straight to the bathroom to brush my teeth vigorously. Don't ask me why, perhaps I believe in good oral hygiene during a time of celebration. Drew, my other housemate Brittany and I went out for drinks that night. I was happy, excited and focused. At least until those four glasses of Laphroaig came back up.
At 28, as opposed to 23, I've realized that I don't know everything, and I don't have the answers, and I'm not the best at everything. And that's okay. In fact, I love it. What would drive me if I didn't feel that basic in the world around me? I'm ready to accept this challenge with an open mind, and not squander any opportunity - to try something new, to make new friends, to network, to intern, to study abroad, to speak a new language. All while keeping in mind that there's never been anything I've let myself fail at. I want to be the best learner, teacher, and resource I can be to the world.
And that's why I'm going back.