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Dec. 13th, 2004 11:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
narcasseAlmost done with this essay! After all, what more can I say in a 3000 word limit on the method and manner of Aung San Suu Kyi’s leadership? Besides it’s only the first draft because I’m stubbornly not writing another essay plan when the time I was wasting on getting that done could be spend on the actual essay.
And I’ve got a list of recommended European politics MAs to look at over the holidays, though I’ve still no idea who I can beg my second academic reference from. Strangely enough there’s this implication when I’ve been talking to people that since I’m interested in Masters I must want to do a PhD too. Not that I’d mind or anything, it’s just kind of funny since my uni has a tendency to try to ship us all off into industry. Other universities have talks on applying for postgrad courses; we get invited to corporate wine & cheese events. I’ve got a list of companies in the oil and gas industry that I could apply to, the consultancy firms all have big smoozey presentation evenings, we get carted off to job fairs on a regular basis because we’re at the ‘real world university’ apparently. Though now the crazy thing is that people keep pushing this new MA that they’re going to probably start next year at me. And I keep getting asked what my geographical preference is for a place to study, though I can’t tell if they care or not that I’ll happily go wherever the course is. Today when I was asked if I wanted to stay near my home I pointed out that I’ve moved from the south of England to here and I’ll move again anyway; I mean, sure I’ve got a town I was born in; there’s no reason for me to ever go back there though. In fact I suppose I don’t really have anywhere that’s specifically home. Wherever I go I can always get on a train or plane depending on where I end up and go visit my dad but that’s where my dad lives, it’s not home in much of a sense. I haven’t been back to the town I was born in since I left about four years ago. I’ve got no particular attachment to where I am now. I’ll go where the course takes me or where a job takes me; I’m pretty much not fussed.
And I’ve got a list of recommended European politics MAs to look at over the holidays, though I’ve still no idea who I can beg my second academic reference from. Strangely enough there’s this implication when I’ve been talking to people that since I’m interested in Masters I must want to do a PhD too. Not that I’d mind or anything, it’s just kind of funny since my uni has a tendency to try to ship us all off into industry. Other universities have talks on applying for postgrad courses; we get invited to corporate wine & cheese events. I’ve got a list of companies in the oil and gas industry that I could apply to, the consultancy firms all have big smoozey presentation evenings, we get carted off to job fairs on a regular basis because we’re at the ‘real world university’ apparently. Though now the crazy thing is that people keep pushing this new MA that they’re going to probably start next year at me. And I keep getting asked what my geographical preference is for a place to study, though I can’t tell if they care or not that I’ll happily go wherever the course is. Today when I was asked if I wanted to stay near my home I pointed out that I’ve moved from the south of England to here and I’ll move again anyway; I mean, sure I’ve got a town I was born in; there’s no reason for me to ever go back there though. In fact I suppose I don’t really have anywhere that’s specifically home. Wherever I go I can always get on a train or plane depending on where I end up and go visit my dad but that’s where my dad lives, it’s not home in much of a sense. I haven’t been back to the town I was born in since I left about four years ago. I’ve got no particular attachment to where I am now. I’ll go where the course takes me or where a job takes me; I’m pretty much not fussed.
