This week I’m on hiatus. I’m too jetlagged to deal.
What I’ve been doing to cope
Pasion de Gavilanes, eating and cat love.
So, full disclaimer: I got a 2:2 for my degree in History and Politics. I know. Shock. Horror. How can I even begin to face the world? Boo hoo.
It’s all bullshit anyway. I literally had no idea what I was doing with my life, suffering from severe social anxiety, and just went to university too soon because the tuition fees were going up thanks to the Torries and Lib Dems. So I couldn’t even take a break to have the mental breakdown that was coming.
Since then, I have worked in numerous jobs but this past year I have taught adults, and children in some of the best schools in Colombia. So, I think why not tutor while I’m in London. I send a few applications to different places. And then I get this.
So, apparently, we still live in a world where people are so stuck in their own box that the grade for my degree outweighs my experience.
Your degree and your grades do not define who you are and your abilities. What defines you are your actions. What defines if you can do the job is your experience. And I am not less of a human for my 2:2.
The world is a box and haters gonna hate.