I attended the University of Missouri-Kansas City. I liked my school. It was a gorgeous campus, great facilities, good teachers, mostly helpful administration, located not far from my home…I enjoyed my time there.
But it didn’t teach me how to make money. It didn’t teach me how to get a job. It didn’t even teach me how to make a good resume, something I learned the hard way when attending an internship brunch and a potential employer went on a rant and wrote all over my resume the things that were wrong. There’s few things more intimidating than the representative of a TV station telling you how stupid students are getting with their resumes when you’re attempting to impress him.
Didn’t I spend over 5 years and thousands of dollars paying someone else to teach me something as basic as how to craft a good resume?
“Did they teach you about working with clients?” I asked my co-worker about an internship she did in college.
“No,” she said. “I wish I had learned that…”
She majored in Graphic Design, focusing mostly on print and drawing by hand. She told me she wished she had focused more on building websites and digital art. Apparently we both graduated with ignorance, not knowledge.
Here’s the thing though, I knew that I didn’t have to go to college. I knew that college was just a way to get to where I wanted to be. I made a calculated decision–based on my introverted nature–that college would be the better option to prepare me to get to Hollywood. I didn’t think I would get paid more. I didn’t think it would be easier to get a job, per se. In fact, I knew that it was in my future to be at working-class income (possibly lower-class, depends on your point-of-view).
Because I was pursuing art. And really, how many people make a lot of money at art?
BUT. I did expect that my university would provide a magic list of steps to take to get a job, equip me with a list of all the jobs (like real companies) that I could apply to, and/or automatically place me on the radar of top people in the media and film industry (like Disney, Pixar, Bad Robot, J.J. Abrams, etc).
Why did I expect this? I have no idea. I honestly don’t know who told me that.
Why do people keep expecting magic to happen when they just spent 4, 5, 6, 8 years working, studying, testing, writing, running to class, forgetting their parking pass, going into debt, paying a parking fee, staying up all night to fail a test, drinking too much coffee, watching boring class-required movies, eating ramen, lugging brick-like textbooks everywhere and hating their teacher who just assigned that stupid 7-page paper over the weekend? Seriously. Why do we expect that after all that–college–we should hop out of school and be ushered into the job force within the week?
Yeah, I paid a lot of money. Yeah, I’m qualified to film and edit live events, commercials, web videos, training videos, short films, long films, competitive films; write papers, books, screenplays, blog posts; take orders, directions, feedback, and criticism and not DIE (honestly, I’ve not died once from too much work). But did that entitle me to walk off the podium at my college and into a steady, paying position at a company within my expertise?
Why do we assume that getting a job shouldn’t require work?
I don’t know. I know that all that time I spent sitting alone before class I should’ve spent chatting with the teachers, staff, anyone, about jobs in Hollywood, how to build a nice-looking resume, and how to sweet-talk a producer into letting me hold lights or equipment on set for a film. And I should’ve been making calls, sending emails, messages, snail-mail, whatever, to companies and directors and producers BEFORE I graduated and let them know how awesome I am and that they should consider making me part of their team.
I mean, that’s kinda how I got into college. I pursued it and they couldn’t say no. I also paid them a lot of money, but hey, I want Hollywood so that might come with the territory.
But I didn’t know. No one taught me that. Or maybe they did, and I just wasn’t paying attention.