As much as I tried to repress from memory a recent post in The Independent titled “Slut dropping’ and ‘Pimps and Hoes’ – the sexual politics of freshers’ week”, it rings true for some common Muslim anxieties with student life.
Last July I graduated from York University, a highly respected institution, after studying history. Despite this I have been unable to secure a job for a whole year now.
The new academic year is almost upon us and as universities prepare to open their doors to the latest batch of students paying the highest fees in history for their education, we take a look at whether embarking on a photography degree is still a worthy option.
With Freshers’ week fast approaching you may be starting to get that familiar butterfly feeling in your stomach. Moving away from home for the first time can be a daunting prospect. Thanks to Sophie Warnes’ Freshers’ Guide: What to take to university most of the boxes on the list are already checked. However, drawing on experience, there may be a few less obvious items which are missing from your SOS Student Survival Kit.
This sort of rhetoric parroted every year by a generation laughably removed from the youth employment market is dangerously naive.
Thousands of teenagers ran out of their schools and sixth form colleges clutching GCSE and A-Level results last week, many of them excited about what the future holds. But that future is rarely in their hands.
At this time of year tens of thousands of excited young people are busy packing kettles and ironing boards ready for next term while others are desperately scrambling through Clearing in the hope that they might, just might, get a place to study something – anything – in a higher education institution a long way from home even if it’s only Horology with Romanian at the University of NeverHeardOfIt.
Since starting my university summer almost three months ago, I’ve had no more than 10 shifts at my retail job. This isn’t because I’m a seasoned jetsetter or that I’m ‘feckless’ or ‘work shy’; I just happen to be one of those mugs on a zero hour contract.
A-Level results day in the British press traditionally means two things: choruses of moaning about grade inflation and dumbing-down, and wall-to-wall pictures of attractive blonde girls jumping in the air.
Just under a year ago, I faced a pretty monumental decision. At the age of seventeen, I had to weigh up two contrasting options for my future. In September 2012, I could have chosen to remain within the stable borders of the conventional education system, but stack up a minimum £27,000 of debt. My alternative was to enter the world of work and search for a modest income, whilst youth unemployment soars.
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