Showing posts with label university. Show all posts
Showing posts with label university. Show all posts

Wednesday, 28 January 2015

What Is An English Degree?

There's a certain look I get whenever I tell people I'm getting an English degree. It's not a bad look, just a sort of sad one.

Oh. You're one of those. Poor dear, I'll save you a cardboard box for when you inevitably have to live outside the Jobcentre, crying sonnet-shaped tears and cursing Milton that you don't have anything more specific and useful to give to the world of the cut-throat job market.

The fact that our image as unemployable wazzocks had become the focus of most self-referential jokes by the middle of my first year should tell you all else that you need to know on that front.

You know why we made those jokes? Because those people, with their pitying eyes and cardboard boxes are wrong.

Here's why.

An English Degree is Historical

There's no point writing if there's not a world to write for: this is as true now as it always has been. The literature of a time tells you about its culture, its worries, its triumphs, its terrors, its best, its worst, and what everybody thought about all. 

It tells you more about the human reality of the world more than any list of dates and drudgeries ever will.

An English Degree is Political

You know, Mary Wollstonecraft was criticising the falsehood of feminisation as degredation three hundred years ago. William Blake was challenging the restrictive and tyrranical interpretation of mainstream religion two hundred years ago. Ovid was displaying an educated and enlightened perspective on 'deviant' sexuality before our culture even had a concept of sexuality at all.

You've got to look back on what came before if you want to carry anything forward. After all, something's far easier to carry if you've got someone else - however ancient - to help you out.

An English Degree is Psychological

Creative expression has proved itself, from the earliest cave paintings to the most dementedly esoteric online novels, to be one of the most universally accessible and comprehensible mediums of human expression. People lay themselves bare in the pages of their work as they rarely do anywhere else.

Writing is important. Writing is vital. And ironically there's no way in the world to express that in writing at all.

An English Degree is A Challenge

Two modules a term,  a choice of six. Ten contact hours with academics, thirty or more of independent study. Some of the densest, most bizarre, complex and difficult texts of a thousand forms, all within arm's reach.

It's all down to you. What are you going to do with it?

An English Degree is Individual

Yes, you heard me - you. What do you want to study this year? How do you want to interpret this particular essay question? Are you going to stand up and challenge your classmates, your convenor, your culture, or are you going to play devil's advocate and watch the tears flow?

Yeah, buddy. It's all. On. You.

An English Degree is Powerful

The sheer amount that this area of study can produce and mean and become depending on one individual's experience means it's really quite tricky to categorise in any empirical fashion - like, for example, skills applicable to a job, in some cases. 

But what an English degree does do is give you a lot of knowledge that you can go away and develop, and build on, and interpret and re-interpret and revise to your heart's content. It shows you so much about the workings of the world and the human experience, culture and art and life and everything in between. 

It takes you seriously, and in doing that, it gives you power. Power to make what you will of it. Power to know. Power to be. 

And, if I do say so myself, ain't nobody better than an English student to make your personal statement sound like the Declaration of Independence.

~ Charley R

Saturday, 13 October 2012

Taking The Leap

Something very big and very scary happened to me this week.

After months of groaning, grumbling, chasing up data I never knew I had, and agonising over whether this sentence would be better suited to a comma or a semicolon, I finally pressed the big red button and sent my university application out into the big wide world. As I type this, I know it is out there, shooting through cyberspace, on its way to the inbox of university admissions officers and professors.

Within the next few days, I'll be able to start tracking my progress. I'll possibly be called for interview. They'll contact me for marked essays for them to examine.

They might even set out the grades I need for a place.

I don't know whether to be excited, or scared. And to be honest, I don't think my brain does either.

I'm not a person who likes to leap before they've sussed out the extremities of the jump they're about to make, but here I didn't really have a choice - no matter how many hours I spend hunting out facts on a university's website, I'll never be able to find some magical page that tells me whether or not I'm certain of a place.

Meanwhile, after a few months' panic in our respective lives, Miriam Joy and I are back to work on St Mallory's Forever! and working towards the closing stages of our first draft. After that it'll be back to the drawing board for extensive editing and redrafting. Then will come the kerfuffle of sending it off to Mark and Saffi for more peering and poking, and then . . . who knows.

They're both big jumps. Very, very big jumps, with no visible safety net and plenty of room for disaster.

But, as they say, the person who never took a risk never got anywhere. Taking the advice of Lady Macbeth (which is something I would not much advise in any but the most extreme circumstances) I shall screw my courage to its sticking place, walk to the edge and set my sights on the other side.

I'll even put on my War Face. That'll help.

~ Charley R

Monday, 9 January 2012

Questing Experience Needed - All Suggestions Welcome! Slaying of Dragons Optional.

This year is going to be mad for me. Not only am I expected to battle my way through four incredibly demanding academic subjects (two of which seem to be on a mission to break my brain, though in slightly different manners), several extra-curricular courses, school trips and a five-day trek across Dartmoor, but I have to start thinking about that thing that every student dreads.

Applying to University. That ultimate quest that every green rookie must undertake if they want to survive out there in the Big Wide World.

Frankly, I'm having trouble lifting the sword.

To be fair, I've set myself some high goals - Oxford is on my application list, as well as three other Russell Group universities (for you Americans, that's our version of your Ivy League). I reckon I can get there too, if I work hard enough, and it's nice to know that some of my teachers think so too. 

But to get there, I need a bloomin' good application form. I'm working on it - I've got pretty good GCSE results (nine subjects, no grades below an A), Bronze and Silver Duke of Edinburgh qualifications, several Drama grades attained from the London Academy of Music and Drama, and I'm working on a load more. Gotta have the armour before you can take on the giant, right?

But, as I'm applying for English Literature courses, I reckon I could really do with something to prove I haven't misread the prophecy and come barking up the wrong Oracle's cave.

Here's where you guys come in. Can anyone here recommend a good course or set of classes I should attend in the holidays to bolster my application? Any form of work experience regarding writing of any sort would be welcome too - I'm going to try and apply to a few newspapers to see if they'll let me hang around for a couple of days, or maybe write an article or two for them. 

ANY suggestions would be very welcome, but I would really love it if you could let me know of some sort of residential course that would span three or four days away from home (part of my Gold Duke of Edinburgh qualification, which I desperately need to get done, and would prefer to avoid the options involving boring manual labour).

It's  rather daunting to think about it now - I'm still only sixteen, and still don't believe I survived GCSEs - but it's time to get my butt in gear and get going. New Year, new challenges, and all new adventures to go on.

Anyone care to point me in the right direction? The dragon ate my map.