On accepting my Certificate of Graduation, sweeping my tassle to the other side of my cap and passing from under-grad to graduate I found myself left with a lingering sense of unease. My three years spent at Exeter University had been amongst the most fulfilling and contented of my life. I was settled; I was comfortable. Dressed in my cap and gown and surrounded by proud parents and elated professors, stepping up to accept my Certificate I was stepping into the unknown.
Up until this moment, my path had been simple; it had been neatly sketched out for me: School, Sixth-Form, and University. I had fulfilled the expectation of my parents, of my schoolteachers, of my professors and yet all too suddenly this comforting canopy of guidance was retracting. I found myself, for the very first time, truly at my own crossroads.
Time and time again, over a celebratory glass of champagne, that terrorizing inquest would commandeer the conversation. “So, what is next for you, then?” And so it would begin. A fumbled attempt at an answer, a foolhardy bid to muffle the offensive cavity in my expected path. Whether they were to believe my hollow words or to see straight through my efforts, tilt their head, nod empathetically and instantly brand me as yet another ‘Credit Crunch’ casualty, the whole ordeal was exhausting.
In truth, enveloped in essay submission, dissertation refinement and revision for finals, this day, this question had hurtled quite unexpectedly towards me. Employment had been a distant ideal, but a faraway notion amidst paper after paper and revision card after revision class. At the age of five a farmer was my greatest ambition. At the age of ten a fashion designer was all I set my heart on. By fifteen I would settle for nothing less than British Prime Minister and suddenly at the age of twenty-one, graduate in History and Politics, I was drawing a blank.
I set about finding something worthwhile to fill my summer before applying to graduate jobs and vacation schemes in the fall. Recommended by a friend I contacted CRCC Asia in search of an internship abroad. If there is one thing I have learnt from copious presentation evenings, employment fairs and meet and greets it is to be desirable you must set yourself apart from the rest. There must be something different, something distinct about your application. CRCC provided me with the perfect opportunity to set about becoming that elusively unique candidate.The once coined ‘sleeping giant’ has awoken. China is a progressive, innovative, youthful nation at the forefront of global advancement. Beijing is a vibrant city with boundless prospects. It exudes excellence and as a young student there could be no better place to get acquainted with the working world.
Sitting amongst the bustle of my hectic Chinese Law Firm offices, I could not be happier with my decision. CRCC offers more than just internships abroad; it couples first-class employment experience with an adventure in a truly exciting city. Coached in Chinese business etiquette and armed with enough Mandarin to make my colleagues smile, I have settled comfortably into my month long placement. Life as a CRCC Asia intern will exceed your expectations and transcend whatever forecasts you may have of living and working in the Far East. Whilst unprecedented downturns in the international market meant doors were closing, CRCC have helped me find an alternate path into the employment sector.