About time . . .

It's been nearly two months since my last blog, that's shocking. Sometimes though, you just don't know what to write about, because you're not really sure what people will want to read but I figure if I write, someone, somewhere will read won't they.

It's nearly the end of term here in Cardiff. For the last two months we've been involved in rather heavy production days to prepare us for the big wide world. Well there's my excuse for not blogging, I knew there was a better reason.

But back to our production days. As a trainee journalist who comes from a History background I always knew it was going to completely different but maybe I didn't realise how much. It's hard going all this training. And sometimes, it's hard to believe that I'm doing it right at all. My confidence hit a real low last week, and now this week it's right back up again. Maybe it's because of the weather . . . maybe it's because I did some work experience on the weekend and LOVED IT.

When you have a downer, it's hard to remember why you want to be doing this at all. There are about 27 of us on my course, and sometimes my lack of experience really shines through. At least I think it does. No one else seems to notice at all! On production days we come against hurdles, slow news days, people who won't talk to us because we're "trainees, and I'm far too busy dealing with the REAL media." No wonder we all get down sometimes. Of course, no matter how hard you try something is always going to come up you just have to push through. And if there's nothing you can do about it, at least you can say you tried and no one can hold it against you.

It's been a really stressful term, but now it's coming to an end I realise how much I'm going to miss it. This entire year has just raced past, it's crazy. Soon we'll be in the real world, that is, of course, if there are any jobs out there anywhere.

It was suggested to us to go travelling for a year before we contemplate work. Not a bad idea that. It's the perfect excuse isn't it, I know where I'd go, what I'd do, the places I'd see. The question is . . . without that job, how do I pay for it?!