and off i went...

Unfortunately for many, work experience is unpaid! The biggest bummer of it all I know. After jumping at the commands of the fashion pack on the Mirror, I was rewarded with - wait for it - not a penny. Not even travel expenses. But what can you say? It was this particular placement that determined where I would be heading with regards to my career. I could only be grateful for the knowledge I had acquired and the fact that the girls had had a huge impact on the biggest decision of my life. I was thanked for my hard work with a bundle of beauty products, which was better than nothing. I certainly wouldn't have purchased any of what was given to me. Maybe, if I actually worked for the Mirror I could afford Biotherm face creams and M.A.C make-up. As a fashion intern - it felt like my Birthday had come early.
A couple of years later and I have finally sat myself down to compile a new Curriculum Vitae. This is it, i have sufficient experience to show-off on my C.V. Hopefully enough experience to evoke interest from various fashion editors. The slightest boo-boo or not enough previous experience and your posh new C.V. earns a place in their bin. This is a tough business. I've sent my brand spanking new C.V. to lots of fashion publications. Let's wait and see how great or how rude this industry really is. I'm expecting at least two acknowledgments. Fingers crossed!

A one way journey on the National Express brought me from Devon to London. Abandoning the clotted cream and country air of Plymouth I endeavored to find my niche - in fashion.
Five years and several changes of mind later, I have new foibles: Starbucks and sushi. London is my utopia and I am heading in one direction only - to become a fashion writer.
Having experienced much excitement, glamour and great opportunity in the fashion capital, I am now 'serving time' as a student!
I thoroughly enjoy learning what I am so passionate about: Fashion journalism. I have always been keen to learn and enhance my skills, with a view to long term career plans. However as I am notoriously ambitious and extremely impatient, being a student for another two years is, to me, like a prison sentence.
At twenty three I'm allowing myself to stamp my feet and sulk. I want a job; an official status. I want to not 'house share' and clean up other people's crap, I want to not live in destitution and feel awful if I decide to opt for Heinz baked beans as a pose to Tesco's own. It’s all about perseverance.
Considering what I've achieved to date, I am progressing up the career ladder, just not at a sufficient speed. I have studied Fashion design at the London college of Fashion.
Following this I was fortunate enough to work for the Mirror newspaper for two months, gaining invaluable experience and advice. I also worked for my local newspaper the Evening Herald, where I wrote my first PUBLISHED fashion article on a current trend. I gained a credit in the paper; I was on my way!
Now all that is left to do is continue in my quest for work - whilst at uni. Every little opportunity I can get my hands on will be worth the world to me. Only I can determine how well I do in life. Watch and see; I'll be at the top of that ladder...