While this week will be one of the busiest for fashion mags and their editorial teams, it's the interns that really put in the graft. So, with this in mind, I'd like to blow a metaphorical trumpet for those unpaid heroes of the industry. 'Cause they're bloody great.
Being born with a visual impairment is often portrayed as being a disadvantage, I'd argue to the contrary. Ignoring the fact that companies have quotas to meet, let's consider the skills that having a physical impairment gives you.
I'm trying not to be too negative. It could still turn around. I could get a job tomorrow. Maybe one day I'll have my dream job where I'll be paid for my work. I'll laugh with my colleagues and have business lunches until one day ... So I beat on, scouring the internet for jobs, borne back ceaselessly into the couch.
We recognise that if we want to keep ahead, we need to demystify the preconceptions that surround the world of work. And as responsible employees, it is our duty to help inspire and educate the next generation, so that they can make informed decisions about their futures.
As soon as I revealed that I was a Muslim, I was asked to pose as a terrorist, and was badly convinced that doing so would be good journalism. Well, I don't think this. In fact I think the complete opposite.
It's exam season again and, as usual, the focus is on who got what grades. Yet, time and time again employers tell us that what they really care about in new recruits has nothing to do with As and Bs, and everything to do with work experience.
Every year in August, thousands of students across the country wait for exam results to determine what their next step will be. But qualifications are...
Long story short, my life has been pretty much mapped out up until now. And in some ways it's liberating to not know what's coming next. But it's also completely terrifying. So can anyone provide me with some reassurance or advice or anything really? Am I alone in feeling like this? Will things work out? What do I do next?
"A 2:1 is all you need" is a phrase I've probably heard a thousand times at uni and is almost certainly something I comforted myself with when the occasional essay came back with a tear-inducing grade. I wouldn't be surprised if many students have it printed in flowery calligraphy and pinned above their desks. Unfortunately though, there's a problem with the 2:1 that needs to be addressed.
If you know what your interests are and what tasks you enjoy, even things like writing or reading or talking, there is always a way to use those skills for the benefit of others. And if you do, it's highly unlikely you'll dread Mondays.
I am still finding it difficult to believe that I am no longer a student. My graduation last month passed me by in a blur of delighted congratulations and tearful good byes but the thing that most struck me was the realisation that a great deal of us graduates are not where we expected to be by this milestone.