I guess it's this time of year again. A time of year when several thousands collectively (and somewhat reluctantly) are right in the heart of constructing a document of NO MORE THAN 4000 CHARACTERS, selling themselves out to the big bad higher education institutions. "Selling yourself" could not be a more relevant term. Well, maybe "sounding like a big-headed faggot" would be more apt? That aside, I guess it is very easy to fall into that trap, so I guess the trick is getting the happy medium...
Personally, I'm only a paragraph into the whole thing. I think I've started off alright (seeing as starting that sort of thing is the hardest part), yet I'm dreading to think of it being ripped apart and scrutinised, and then reconstructed. It took me the best part of 6 hours to write my CV, and I've only ever had one job, so I'm dreading to think of the hours of slaving away at my newly-acquired word processing programme it's going to consume...
What are you really meant to put? "Hey! Pick me! I'm super! I'm awesome and like your subject lots and lots! :D llolololol." Well, certainly words to that extent. Except perhaps more subtly and scholarly... However, I would certainly pick someone who wrote that (if I were in the admissions team) if he had some ridiculously high predicted grades, just because it proves that you don't have to be so serious about the whole thing. And I'd be sad to see his £22 go to waste. In fact, I would do that if I weren't so concerned about actually getting a place.
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That's not an oboe, it's a
frigging clarinet! |
Content? "I have a grade 8 in the oboe and a green swimming badge, which means that I could swim 15 lengths of the swimming pool. I think i would be an excellent candidate for this theology course." What? You're going to do theology when you could've pursued the blue swimming badge or played oboe in the orchestra? What are you doing with your life? - the admissions people think. What relevance does that really have? Well, I guess the oboe shows passion and dedication, but what about swimming? I bet that they got that when they were ten and were a bit short of substance...
Lordy lordy, I thought that writing CVs were hard... but I guess once I've put it through the spell check and grammar check a million and one times, condensed my passion into 4000 words and poured my heart and soul into it, they will accept me... Wish me luck! *Whimper*
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