In the final year of my Bachelor’s degree in Literary Studies I was certain I wanted to do a Research Master’s. Not particularly because I wanted to do a PhD, but because I wanted to be able to study abroad during my Master’s degree and I wanted to have enough time to write a really good thesis. I felt that one year wasn’t enough to do the research I wanted to do.
I was lucky I already knew what my field of interest was, post 9/11 literature, and I went on exchange to McGill University in Montreal, Canada in the second year of my Master’s degree, because they had specific courses on topics like post 9/11 precarity. That turned out to be perfect: I wrote my thesis on post 9/11 orientalism and precarity. I enjoyed (yes, really) writing it, but I didn’t know if I wanted to do a PhD after – it’s a big commitment.
It’s been a year and a half since I graduated. I’m still uncertain about pursuing a PhD, but I have been able to do a lot of writing since I got my degree. I had been working as a theatre critic during my degree, which I have continued doing, and I work as a freelance writer and editor. I also work part-time at Blendle, a journalism startup. It took a while to balance these things out, but I’m glad it worked out the way it did.
This Research Master’s degree was extremely valuable to me: not because it got me more job opportunities or paved the way to a PhD, but because I got a chance to learn a lot about the things that really fascinate me. In the first year of my Bachelor’s degree, we had a very passionate lecturer who liked to romanticise our field of study. ‘The study of literature,’ she once said while dramatically smoking a cigarette out of the Bungehuis building’s open window, ‘is the study of life’ – at the time I just thought it was funny, now I’m actually starting to agree.