Dangerously Clever

Eyes bleeding over journals, sleeping in the LRC, 44-hour marathons, and more literary theories than I dare to recall to mind have been the last few memories of university life; three years finally nailed down at Uni of Hertfordshire my English Literature and Creative Writing degree is done and I got the 2:1 I wanted so it's smiles and self-righteous gloating all round.

More importantly for me personally I got the same grade for all my final year creative writing, including the final project: a parodic metaphorical short story surrounding the lifepath and inner turmoil of a clown experiencing an identity crisis. I'm sure worthy pieces will be making appearances here in the near future for anyone who wants to read.

I am now applying and pushing for jobs in the real world.

My newly updated CV is looking dangerously clever and geek-worthy; I'm actually having to put effort into the 'personal statement' and 'interests' sections and prove I have a life, which horrifies me.