Dance

October 2012

Where did you Study?

De Montfort University.

What did you Study?

Dance.

What year did you Graduate?

2011

So we can feel more intimate, three words to describe your physical appearance.

Large head, ample breasts, biceps

What did you do when you left Uni? Be brutally honest! If you cried into a bowl of cereal every morning & treated your local pub like your favourite Uni nightclub, say so.

I crawled back to Tesco, with my degree inching away from existence with every bleep of the checkout (it got quite far).  Eventually my creative head got the better of me and in desperation I made a rap about life there (you must be Tesco Finest coz you’re so taste-ee, makin my shift the best it could be)…I’ll stop there.

What are you doing now and how long do you see yourself doing it for? Are you in your dream job? If not yet, what is this?

Waitrose! Not quite my life-long dream but it’s a step up from Tesco, right? My one solace is that I teach once a week, piling the legacy of everything I learnt at Uni onto the tiny shoulders of girls who are more interested in telling me about what who kissed who at school today, rather than thinking deeply about rolling around on the floor pretending to be in a pool of syrup. I have dabbled in work experience and voluntary schemes but at the end of the day, I need money.

One thing life after Uni has taught me? It’s hard. And it’s easy to lose perspective. I have many interests, but at present, I would be elated if I could do anything so long as it is in the arts sector. I’d clean the urinals at Sadler’s Wells if given the chance! But I am grateful to even have a job at all!

Do you think Uni has helped you to be where you are now?

Career-wise, not exactly! Attitude-wise, definitely. I’m not going to be happy until I’m working in a creative job. I think that because I enjoyed my degree so much, I am grateful to that and whenever there’s a day that I look at another page of arts jobs and think ‘sod it, they’ll never look at my application’, I think back to all the hard work I put in at Uni, and I realise I’m not going to just throw that away. I love dance, so I guess that stands for something. It was much easier at Uni because of the people around you, the resources, and the fact that you didn’t have to earn a living, but the challenge in the real world is rather enticing, and as creatives, surely we can find a way to overcome it? I’m working on it.

Describe your Uni experience? Did you face any obstacles? The positives, the negatives, reveal all. Terrible lecturers can be anonymous!

There were some rather questionable moments at Uni, namely when we spent a whole term in one module learning how to sit down and stand up… But I can honestly say that I enjoyed every second of my course. It pulled me out of my comfort zone in the one thing that I felt comfortable doing, and I loved it more for that. I even grew to love writing essays! I enjoyed working with different people on my course (and every job application loves a ‘team player’, right?), and the variety of things to do and the freedom in the third year was fantastic. I especially loved the massage time at the end of practicals, that’s probably the thing I crave most when I’m at Waitrose, baking my 100th baguette of the day.

Finally, if you would be so kind, tell us briefly about your day ahead – just in case we might want to change our career path.

Okay, so waking up this morning, feeling quite sore after a super-sweaty (it’s not what you think…) …dance class last night, I did some stretching, had some brekkie, am currently filling out this form for this fabulous website, going to cycle to work, turn up like a drowned rat, stick my head in the bread oven, slave away for a few more hours, ride home, get to the studios, teach my hyper class the wonderful ways of contemporary dance, and go back to work til 10pm.

Then when I get home and have some steam left I’ll work on a promotional show reel for the dance school I teach at. Jealous?

That’s it. Katie, you have been wonderful.

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