Students need the school of life

After five long years in college I couldn’t wait to graduate. I knew everything — well at the time, I thought I did.

With my teaching degree in one hand and blissful ignorance in the other, I planned to rescue the world.

At last, my graduation ceremony arrived. “World are you ready to be saved?” I whispered confidently to myself as I accepted my degree from the president of the university. But a big and unexpected snag lay hidden and ready to attack me from the audience. I didn’t know where or how to start my new life; for the first time — in 14 years — I had no school or college timetable to usher me through the day. Soon, I was the damsel in distress who needed saving from the world.