I chose my degree on a bit of a whim. I have always loved books, in particular the context in which they were written, both in terms of its literary sphere and social situation.
Because of this, the university I chose to attend seemed perfect (I will keep it anonymous for now, I can’t promise I will follow through with the blog just yet). However, I took a minor degree to accompany English Literature on a complete whim.
As a result I feel as though I am majorly underqualified to be on this course, my contemporaries definitely hold a lot more tools in their arsenal than I do.
But why not? I don’t get particularly self conscious so may as well have some form of platform to publish my endlessly negative rambles.
I write with a negative lens, but believe in an optimistic outcome.