When I was 21 I subscribed to Vogue magazine. So I have been receiving Vogue for the past 15 years of my life. I had just graduated with a degree in Media and had high hopes of being a PR whizz. But the problem was. I was crap at it.
It's all I ever wanted to do. When I was younger my friends and I used to go and see (stalk) bands. So from the age of 14 I wanted to be the woman who was with the band. Who made them famous. Who was super trendy and bffs with Zoe Ball (look it was the mid 90s). So I got an internship in a dance music PR agency and began the doomed career of a PR executive.
For five years I had some vaguely exciting dance music clients. And some horrifically boring business clients (petrol stations and mezzanine flooring). I stuffed one bazzillion million envelopes. And wrote one bazzillion million press releases. I was just. Well. Crap at it.
I wouldn't schmooze. I couldn't network (standing around talking to people in a bar when you really want to be at home watching Hollyoaks). I was utterly and completely useless. And utterly and completely miserable. One day Mother randomly suggested I tried teaching. I saw a way out and I grabbed it!
My beaut teachery bits and bobs. Pencil case at the age of 36??? Hell yeah!
So that's what I did. I gleefully jacked my job in with nothing to go to and using my PR skills of blagging, ended up on a reputable course and trained to be an RE teacher. Literally in the space of three months I went from sitting through endless boring meetings about the launching of new housing developments (who cares?) to teaching senior school kids about Islam.
A decade later and I can honestly say it was the best thing I have ever done. Don't get me wrong, there's the odd day when I think you know what I would love to be all glam and hanging round celebs. But generally I love teaching. Every day is different and contrary to popular belief teenagers are hilarious. Seriously hilarious. 99% of the kids I have taught have been a joy. There's the odd strop. And occasionally one will shout at me but this is forgotten quickly. Oh and of course it's very rewarding blah blah. I love it. It was the best decision I have ever made.
I still get Vogue. If I get two minutes I have a flick through and have a glance into the world I was desperate to be a part of. But you know what I've done with this months issue? Ripped it up to make a monkey picture for my daughters preschool homework. Much more useful.