2.03 Задания 12-18. Задания на полное понимание прочитанного текста

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Online learning

I graduated with academic honours without ever meeting my professors, embarking on an all-nighter with classmates and, technically, never having gone to a class at all. I was an online-only student, and as online degree programmes grow in popularity, my past three years of study were a crash-course in the unique challenges of learning online, as well as a glimpse into what the future of higher education might look like.

My school day looked very different than most: rather than loading up my backpack and heading to class, I would wake up, eat breakfast while doing my first round of schoolwork for the day, and spend a few hours finishing assignments. Then, I'd head off to work, maybe tucking in a study session during lunch before wrapping up homework or preparing for exams in the evening. Saturday and Sunday became two of my busiest school days and I became an expert at working everywhere from my desk to the car.

Some of my most vivid undergraduate memories were of completing a term paper on the floor backstage at the ballet performance I was managing, and stumbling home after a full day of work to begin school that evening. Just like traditional universities, I had papers, exams, and grades — only, there were no office hours and no such thing as sick days.

Enrollment in online learning programmes has grown over the past few years, with more than a quarter of students enrolled in at least one online course. But too many misconceptions still persist around the experience of being an online-only student —for example, that an online degree doesn't carry the same level of prestige as a traditional one. By contrast, online learning enabled me to hone skills such as self-motivation and time management that ultimately made me a better student, and later, a more prepared young adult.

There are differences between traditional university time management, and the commitment required to study online. You attend an in-person class for a select period of time in which you are entirely focused on that subject. In an online programme, you must be able to self-motivate and manage multiple courses in the limited time that you are able to provide for yourself. Although online study may eliminate the social aspect of in-person education, it can counter that loss through the ability to increase personal productivity.

With no set class hours, an online student defines their own schedule, a significant reason why so many working students are drawn to online degree programmes. Given that about 70 per cent of students work while attending school and that students in the USA and the UK want more flexibility than ever from their education, gone are the days of a "typical" university experience.

In terms of academic tradition, it is important to point out that distance learning is hardly new, although developments in technology are recent. The concept of higher learning through "correspondence courses" is more than 170 years old, and with the addition of modern technology and desire for increased flexibility, is an inarguable part of the future of universities.

I may not have spent afternoons sprawled out on the campus quad, but my online experience added more things to my education than it subtracted. As the world changes rapidly and the workforce evolves with it, options like online learning create fabulous opportunities for students to take charge of what their learning and life will look like. What more can we ask from education, really? 

 
 

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Online learning

I graduated with academic honours without ever meeting my professors, embarking on an all-nighter with classmates and, technically, never having gone to a class at all. I was an online-only student, and as online degree programmes grow in popularity, my past three years of study were a crash-course in the unique challenges of learning online, as well as a glimpse into what the future of higher education might look like.

My school day looked very different than most: rather than loading up my backpack and heading to class, I would wake up, eat breakfast while doing my first round of schoolwork for the day, and spend a few hours finishing assignments. Then, I'd head off to work, maybe tucking in a study session during lunch before wrapping up homework or preparing for exams in the evening. Saturday and Sunday became two of my busiest school days and I became an expert at working everywhere from my desk to the car.

Some of my most vivid undergraduate memories were of completing a term paper on the floor backstage at the ballet performance I was managing, and stumbling home after a full day of work to begin school that evening. Just like traditional universities, I had papers, exams, and grades — only, there were no office hours and no such thing as sick days.

Enrollment in online learning programmes has grown over the past few years, with more than a quarter of students enrolled in at least one online course. But too many misconceptions still persist around the experience of being an online-only student —for example, that an online degree doesn't carry the same level of prestige as a traditional one. By contrast, online learning enabled me to hone skills such as self-motivation and time management that ultimately made me a better student, and later, a more prepared young adult.

There are differences between traditional university time management, and the commitment required to study online. You attend an in-person class for a select period of time in which you are entirely focused on that subject. In an online programme, you must be able to self-motivate and manage multiple courses in the limited time that you are able to provide for yourself. Although online study may eliminate the social aspect of in-person education, it can counter that loss through the ability to increase personal productivity.

With no set class hours, an online student defines their own schedule, a significant reason why so many working students are drawn to online degree programmes. Given that about 70 per cent of students work while attending school and that students in the USA and the UK want more flexibility than ever from their education, gone are the days of a "typical" university experience.

In terms of academic tradition, it is important to point out that distance learning is hardly new, although developments in technology are recent. The concept of higher learning through "correspondence courses" is more than 170 years old, and with the addition of modern technology and desire for increased flexibility, is an inarguable part of the future of universities.

I may not have spent afternoons sprawled out on the campus quad, but my online experience added more things to my education than it subtracted. As the world changes rapidly and the workforce evolves with it, options like online learning create fabulous opportunities for students to take charge of what their learning and life will look like. What more can we ask from education, really? 

 
 

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CHANU COMES HOME

The girls were brushing their teeth when Chanu got home. He staggered down the hallway and dropped a large cardboard box at his feet. He wriggled out of the straps of a canvas bag that was slung across his shoulders and swung it down. It dislodged another large chunk of plaster from the wall. The dust settled on Chanu's hair.

He slapped his hands together a few times, the way a man might if he has finished his tasks and is waiting for praise. 'Here: he said, still trying to catch his breath, 'Don't I always do as you ask? I got it.' He beamed at his wife Nazneen. The girls stuck their heads out from the bathroom. 'Come on: he called to them. See what I have got for your mother.'

The girls came out in their nightdresses and stood close to Nazneen. 'You know, when I married your mother I thought I was getting a simple girl from the village and she would give me no trouble.' He was playing the fool for them. Rolling his eyes and puffing his cheeks. 'But she is the boss woman now Anything she says, your father goes running off and does it. Look. Look inside the box.'

The girls moved forward together. Bibi began pulling at the brown tape. Shahana pushed her aside and took charge. Suddenly both girls were ripping at the cardboard, plunging arms inside and squealing.

'Ah, wait. Let your mother see.'

Nazneen came close and squatted beside the box. Inside there was a sewing machine and a tangle of wire.

'Birthday present,' said Chanu.

It was not her birthday.

'Early birthday present,' he said.

'It is what I wanted,' said Nazneen. They never celebrated their own birthdays, only the girls'.

'Let's try it,' said Bibi.

Chanu bent down and unzipped the large canvas bag. It contained a computer.

'Is it your birthday present?' asked Bibi.

'That's it.' He was delighted. 'That's what it is.'

They put the computer on the dining table and the sewing machine next to it. Thread was found and pieces of cloth. Nazneen broke one needle. Chanu fitted another and she sewed a dish towel to a cloth that she used to wipe the floor. Shahana sewed a hem on a pillowcase. Bibi had a turn but could not manage the foot tread and the needle at the same time She held the cloth steady while Shahana had another turn. Then Chanu found the setting for zigzag stitches and made patterns on a pair of old underpants. Nazneen wiped the pale green casing although the only marks on it were tiny worn-in scratches that could not be removed. The machine had become a little warm from its exertions and she felt it should rest.

'The computer,' cried Bibi. 

'Let me do it,' said Chanu as the girls pressed up to the screen. There was much plugging and replugging and poking of buttons before the screen began to burr and trun slowly from black to grey to blue. All the time Chanu kept up an informative commentary, You see ... , This wire goes in the ... , Must never touch any ... , I'll show you how the ... . Shahana twisted her arms up in the loose fabric of her nightdress. She wanted to tell her father to take off his coat. Nazneen stopped her with a pleading look. These gay moods came rarely enough.

Chanu sat down and began to type. He examined the keyboard closely before each stroke, putting his face right down by the letters as though something valuable had slipped between the cracks. Minutes later he had completed a sentence. The girls pushed up to take a look. It was long past bedtime.

Bibi read it out. 'Dear Sir. I am writing to inform you.'

'It all comes back so quickly,' said Chanu. His cheeks were red with pleasure. 

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CHANU COMES HOME

The girls were brushing their teeth when Chanu got home. He staggered down the hallway and dropped a large cardboard box at his feet. He wriggled out of the straps of a canvas bag that was slung across his shoulders and swung it down. It dislodged another large chunk of plaster from the wall. The dust settled on Chanu's hair.

He slapped his hands together a few times, the way a man might if he has finished his tasks and is waiting for praise. 'Here: he said, still trying to catch his breath, 'Don't I always do as you ask? I got it.' He beamed at his wife Nazneen. The girls stuck their heads out from the bathroom. 'Come on: he called to them. See what I have got for your mother.'

The girls came out in their nightdresses and stood close to Nazneen. 'You know, when I married your mother I thought I was getting a simple girl from the village and she would give me no trouble.' He was playing the fool for them. Rolling his eyes and puffing his cheeks. 'But she is the boss woman now Anything she says, your father goes running off and does it. Look. Look inside the box.'

The girls moved forward together. Bibi began pulling at the brown tape. Shahana pushed her aside and took charge. Suddenly both girls were ripping at the cardboard, plunging arms inside and squealing.

'Ah, wait. Let your mother see.'

Nazneen came close and squatted beside the box. Inside there was a sewing machine and a tangle of wire.

'Birthday present,' said Chanu.

It was not her birthday.

'Early birthday present,' he said.

'It is what I wanted,' said Nazneen. They never celebrated their own birthdays, only the girls'.

'Let's try it,' said Bibi.

Chanu bent down and unzipped the large canvas bag. It contained a computer.

'Is it your birthday present?' asked Bibi.

'That's it.' He was delighted. 'That's what it is.'

They put the computer on the dining table and the sewing machine next to it. Thread was found and pieces of cloth. Nazneen broke one needle. Chanu fitted another and she sewed a dish towel to a cloth that she used to wipe the floor. Shahana sewed a hem on a pillowcase. Bibi had a turn but could not manage the foot tread and the needle at the same time She held the cloth steady while Shahana had another turn. Then Chanu found the setting for zigzag stitches and made patterns on a pair of old underpants. Nazneen wiped the pale green casing although the only marks on it were tiny worn-in scratches that could not be removed. The machine had become a little warm from its exertions and she felt it should rest.

'The computer,' cried Bibi. 

'Let me do it,' said Chanu as the girls pressed up to the screen. There was much plugging and replugging and poking of buttons before the screen began to burr and trun slowly from black to grey to blue. All the time Chanu kept up an informative commentary, You see ... , This wire goes in the ... , Must never touch any ... , I'll show you how the ... . Shahana twisted her arms up in the loose fabric of her nightdress. She wanted to tell her father to take off his coat. Nazneen stopped her with a pleading look. These gay moods came rarely enough.

Chanu sat down and began to type. He examined the keyboard closely before each stroke, putting his face right down by the letters as though something valuable had slipped between the cracks. Minutes later he had completed a sentence. The girls pushed up to take a look. It was long past bedtime.

Bibi read it out. 'Dear Sir. I am writing to inform you.'

'It all comes back so quickly,' said Chanu. His cheeks were red with pleasure. 

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CHANU COMES HOME

The girls were brushing their teeth when Chanu got home. He staggered down the hallway and dropped a large cardboard box at his feet. He wriggled out of the straps of a canvas bag that was slung across his shoulders and swung it down. It dislodged another large chunk of plaster from the wall. The dust settled on Chanu's hair.

He slapped his hands together a few times, the way a man might if he has finished his tasks and is waiting for praise. 'Here: he said, still trying to catch his breath, 'Don't I always do as you ask? I got it.' He beamed at his wife Nazneen. The girls stuck their heads out from the bathroom. 'Come on: he called to them. See what I have got for your mother.'

The girls came out in their nightdresses and stood close to Nazneen. 'You know, when I married your mother I thought I was getting a simple girl from the village and she would give me no trouble.' He was playing the fool for them. Rolling his eyes and puffing his cheeks. 'But she is the boss woman now Anything she says, your father goes running off and does it. Look. Look inside the box.'

The girls moved forward together. Bibi began pulling at the brown tape. Shahana pushed her aside and took charge. Suddenly both girls were ripping at the cardboard, plunging arms inside and squealing.

'Ah, wait. Let your mother see.'

Nazneen came close and squatted beside the box. Inside there was a sewing machine and a tangle of wire.

'Birthday present,' said Chanu.

It was not her birthday.

'Early birthday present,' he said.

'It is what I wanted,' said Nazneen. They never celebrated their own birthdays, only the girls'.

'Let's try it,' said Bibi.

Chanu bent down and unzipped the large canvas bag. It contained a computer.

'Is it your birthday present?' asked Bibi.

'That's it.' He was delighted. 'That's what it is.'

They put the computer on the dining table and the sewing machine next to it. Thread was found and pieces of cloth. Nazneen broke one needle. Chanu fitted another and she sewed a dish towel to a cloth that she used to wipe the floor. Shahana sewed a hem on a pillowcase. Bibi had a turn but could not manage the foot tread and the needle at the same time She held the cloth steady while Shahana had another turn. Then Chanu found the setting for zigzag stitches and made patterns on a pair of old underpants. Nazneen wiped the pale green casing although the only marks on it were tiny worn-in scratches that could not be removed. The machine had become a little warm from its exertions and she felt it should rest.

'The computer,' cried Bibi. 

'Let me do it,' said Chanu as the girls pressed up to the screen. There was much plugging and replugging and poking of buttons before the screen began to burr and trun slowly from black to grey to blue. All the time Chanu kept up an informative commentary, You see ... , This wire goes in the ... , Must never touch any ... , I'll show you how the ... . Shahana twisted her arms up in the loose fabric of her nightdress. She wanted to tell her father to take off his coat. Nazneen stopped her with a pleading look. These gay moods came rarely enough.

Chanu sat down and began to type. He examined the keyboard closely before each stroke, putting his face right down by the letters as though something valuable had slipped between the cracks. Minutes later he had completed a sentence. The girls pushed up to take a look. It was long past bedtime.

Bibi read it out. 'Dear Sir. I am writing to inform you.'

'It all comes back so quickly,' said Chanu. His cheeks were red with pleasure. 

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CHANU COMES HOME

The girls were brushing their teeth when Chanu got home. He staggered down the hallway and dropped a large cardboard box at his feet. He wriggled out of the straps of a canvas bag that was slung across his shoulders and swung it down. It dislodged another large chunk of plaster from the wall. The dust settled on Chanu's hair.

He slapped his hands together a few times, the way a man might if he has finished his tasks and is waiting for praise. 'Here: he said, still trying to catch his breath, 'Don't I always do as you ask? I got it.' He beamed at his wife Nazneen. The girls stuck their heads out from the bathroom. 'Come on: he called to them. See what I have got for your mother.'

The girls came out in their nightdresses and stood close to Nazneen. 'You know, when I married your mother I thought I was getting a simple girl from the village and she would give me no trouble.' He was playing the fool for them. Rolling his eyes and puffing his cheeks. 'But she is the boss woman now Anything she says, your father goes running off and does it. Look. Look inside the box.'

The girls moved forward together. Bibi began pulling at the brown tape. Shahana pushed her aside and took charge. Suddenly both girls were ripping at the cardboard, plunging arms inside and squealing.

'Ah, wait. Let your mother see.'

Nazneen came close and squatted beside the box. Inside there was a sewing machine and a tangle of wire.

'Birthday present,' said Chanu.

It was not her birthday.

'Early birthday present,' he said.

'It is what I wanted,' said Nazneen. They never celebrated their own birthdays, only the girls'.

'Let's try it,' said Bibi.

Chanu bent down and unzipped the large canvas bag. It contained a computer.

'Is it your birthday present?' asked Bibi.

'That's it.' He was delighted. 'That's what it is.'

They put the computer on the dining table and the sewing machine next to it. Thread was found and pieces of cloth. Nazneen broke one needle. Chanu fitted another and she sewed a dish towel to a cloth that she used to wipe the floor. Shahana sewed a hem on a pillowcase. Bibi had a turn but could not manage the foot tread and the needle at the same time She held the cloth steady while Shahana had another turn. Then Chanu found the setting for zigzag stitches and made patterns on a pair of old underpants. Nazneen wiped the pale green casing although the only marks on it were tiny worn-in scratches that could not be removed. The machine had become a little warm from its exertions and she felt it should rest.

'The computer,' cried Bibi. 

'Let me do it,' said Chanu as the girls pressed up to the screen. There was much plugging and replugging and poking of buttons before the screen began to burr and trun slowly from black to grey to blue. All the time Chanu kept up an informative commentary, You see ... , This wire goes in the ... , Must never touch any ... , I'll show you how the ... . Shahana twisted her arms up in the loose fabric of her nightdress. She wanted to tell her father to take off his coat. Nazneen stopped her with a pleading look. These gay moods came rarely enough.

Chanu sat down and began to type. He examined the keyboard closely before each stroke, putting his face right down by the letters as though something valuable had slipped between the cracks. Minutes later he had completed a sentence. The girls pushed up to take a look. It was long past bedtime.

Bibi read it out. 'Dear Sir. I am writing to inform you.'

'It all comes back so quickly,' said Chanu. His cheeks were red with pleasure. 

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CHANU COMES HOME

The girls were brushing their teeth when Chanu got home. He staggered down the hallway and dropped a large cardboard box at his feet. He wriggled out of the straps of a canvas bag that was slung across his shoulders and swung it down. It dislodged another large chunk of plaster from the wall. The dust settled on Chanu's hair.

He slapped his hands together a few times, the way a man might if he has finished his tasks and is waiting for praise. 'Here: he said, still trying to catch his breath, 'Don't I always do as you ask? I got it.' He beamed at his wife Nazneen. The girls stuck their heads out from the bathroom. 'Come on: he called to them. See what I have got for your mother.'

The girls came out in their nightdresses and stood close to Nazneen. 'You know, when I married your mother I thought I was getting a simple girl from the village and she would give me no trouble.' He was playing the fool for them. Rolling his eyes and puffing his cheeks. 'But she is the boss woman now Anything she says, your father goes running off and does it. Look. Look inside the box.'

The girls moved forward together. Bibi began pulling at the brown tape. Shahana pushed her aside and took charge. Suddenly both girls were ripping at the cardboard, plunging arms inside and squealing.

'Ah, wait. Let your mother see.'

Nazneen came close and squatted beside the box. Inside there was a sewing machine and a tangle of wire.

'Birthday present,' said Chanu.

It was not her birthday.

'Early birthday present,' he said.

'It is what I wanted,' said Nazneen. They never celebrated their own birthdays, only the girls'.

'Let's try it,' said Bibi.

Chanu bent down and unzipped the large canvas bag. It contained a computer.

'Is it your birthday present?' asked Bibi.

'That's it.' He was delighted. 'That's what it is.'

They put the computer on the dining table and the sewing machine next to it. Thread was found and pieces of cloth. Nazneen broke one needle. Chanu fitted another and she sewed a dish towel to a cloth that she used to wipe the floor. Shahana sewed a hem on a pillowcase. Bibi had a turn but could not manage the foot tread and the needle at the same time She held the cloth steady while Shahana had another turn. Then Chanu found the setting for zigzag stitches and made patterns on a pair of old underpants. Nazneen wiped the pale green casing although the only marks on it were tiny worn-in scratches that could not be removed. The machine had become a little warm from its exertions and she felt it should rest.

'The computer,' cried Bibi. 

'Let me do it,' said Chanu as the girls pressed up to the screen. There was much plugging and replugging and poking of buttons before the screen began to burr and trun slowly from black to grey to blue. All the time Chanu kept up an informative commentary, You see ... , This wire goes in the ... , Must never touch any ... , I'll show you how the ... . Shahana twisted her arms up in the loose fabric of her nightdress. She wanted to tell her father to take off his coat. Nazneen stopped her with a pleading look. These gay moods came rarely enough.

Chanu sat down and began to type. He examined the keyboard closely before each stroke, putting his face right down by the letters as though something valuable had slipped between the cracks. Minutes later he had completed a sentence. The girls pushed up to take a look. It was long past bedtime.

Bibi read it out. 'Dear Sir. I am writing to inform you.'

'It all comes back so quickly,' said Chanu. His cheeks were red with pleasure. 

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CHANU COMES HOME

The girls were brushing their teeth when Chanu got home. He staggered down the hallway and dropped a large cardboard box at his feet. He wriggled out of the straps of a canvas bag that was slung across his shoulders and swung it down. It dislodged another large chunk of plaster from the wall. The dust settled on Chanu's hair.

He slapped his hands together a few times, the way a man might if he has finished his tasks and is waiting for praise. 'Here: he said, still trying to catch his breath, 'Don't I always do as you ask? I got it.' He beamed at his wife Nazneen. The girls stuck their heads out from the bathroom. 'Come on: he called to them. See what I have got for your mother.'

The girls came out in their nightdresses and stood close to Nazneen. 'You know, when I married your mother I thought I was getting a simple girl from the village and she would give me no trouble.' He was playing the fool for them. Rolling his eyes and puffing his cheeks. 'But she is the boss woman now Anything she says, your father goes running off and does it. Look. Look inside the box.'

The girls moved forward together. Bibi began pulling at the brown tape. Shahana pushed her aside and took charge. Suddenly both girls were ripping at the cardboard, plunging arms inside and squealing.

'Ah, wait. Let your mother see.'

Nazneen came close and squatted beside the box. Inside there was a sewing machine and a tangle of wire.

'Birthday present,' said Chanu.

It was not her birthday.

'Early birthday present,' he said.

'It is what I wanted,' said Nazneen. They never celebrated their own birthdays, only the girls'.

'Let's try it,' said Bibi.

Chanu bent down and unzipped the large canvas bag. It contained a computer.

'Is it your birthday present?' asked Bibi.

'That's it.' He was delighted. 'That's what it is.'

They put the computer on the dining table and the sewing machine next to it. Thread was found and pieces of cloth. Nazneen broke one needle. Chanu fitted another and she sewed a dish towel to a cloth that she used to wipe the floor. Shahana sewed a hem on a pillowcase. Bibi had a turn but could not manage the foot tread and the needle at the same time She held the cloth steady while Shahana had another turn. Then Chanu found the setting for zigzag stitches and made patterns on a pair of old underpants. Nazneen wiped the pale green casing although the only marks on it were tiny worn-in scratches that could not be removed. The machine had become a little warm from its exertions and she felt it should rest.

'The computer,' cried Bibi. 

'Let me do it,' said Chanu as the girls pressed up to the screen. There was much plugging and replugging and poking of buttons before the screen began to burr and trun slowly from black to grey to blue. All the time Chanu kept up an informative commentary, You see ... , This wire goes in the ... , Must never touch any ... , I'll show you how the ... . Shahana twisted her arms up in the loose fabric of her nightdress. She wanted to tell her father to take off his coat. Nazneen stopped her with a pleading look. These gay moods came rarely enough.

Chanu sat down and began to type. He examined the keyboard closely before each stroke, putting his face right down by the letters as though something valuable had slipped between the cracks. Minutes later he had completed a sentence. The girls pushed up to take a look. It was long past bedtime.

Bibi read it out. 'Dear Sir. I am writing to inform you.'

'It all comes back so quickly,' said Chanu. His cheeks were red with pleasure. 

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CHANU COMES HOME

The girls were brushing their teeth when Chanu got home. He staggered down the hallway and dropped a large cardboard box at his feet. He wriggled out of the straps of a canvas bag that was slung across his shoulders and swung it down. It dislodged another large chunk of plaster from the wall. The dust settled on Chanu's hair.

He slapped his hands together a few times, the way a man might if he has finished his tasks and is waiting for praise. 'Here: he said, still trying to catch his breath, 'Don't I always do as you ask? I got it.' He beamed at his wife Nazneen. The girls stuck their heads out from the bathroom. 'Come on: he called to them. See what I have got for your mother.'

The girls came out in their nightdresses and stood close to Nazneen. 'You know, when I married your mother I thought I was getting a simple girl from the village and she would give me no trouble.' He was playing the fool for them. Rolling his eyes and puffing his cheeks. 'But she is the boss woman now Anything she says, your father goes running off and does it. Look. Look inside the box.'

The girls moved forward together. Bibi began pulling at the brown tape. Shahana pushed her aside and took charge. Suddenly both girls were ripping at the cardboard, plunging arms inside and squealing.

'Ah, wait. Let your mother see.'

Nazneen came close and squatted beside the box. Inside there was a sewing machine and a tangle of wire.

'Birthday present,' said Chanu.

It was not her birthday.

'Early birthday present,' he said.

'It is what I wanted,' said Nazneen. They never celebrated their own birthdays, only the girls'.

'Let's try it,' said Bibi.

Chanu bent down and unzipped the large canvas bag. It contained a computer.

'Is it your birthday present?' asked Bibi.

'That's it.' He was delighted. 'That's what it is.'

They put the computer on the dining table and the sewing machine next to it. Thread was found and pieces of cloth. Nazneen broke one needle. Chanu fitted another and she sewed a dish towel to a cloth that she used to wipe the floor. Shahana sewed a hem on a pillowcase. Bibi had a turn but could not manage the foot tread and the needle at the same time She held the cloth steady while Shahana had another turn. Then Chanu found the setting for zigzag stitches and made patterns on a pair of old underpants. Nazneen wiped the pale green casing although the only marks on it were tiny worn-in scratches that could not be removed. The machine had become a little warm from its exertions and she felt it should rest.

'The computer,' cried Bibi. 

'Let me do it,' said Chanu as the girls pressed up to the screen. There was much plugging and replugging and poking of buttons before the screen began to burr and trun slowly from black to grey to blue. All the time Chanu kept up an informative commentary, You see ... , This wire goes in the ... , Must never touch any ... , I'll show you how the ... . Shahana twisted her arms up in the loose fabric of her nightdress. She wanted to tell her father to take off his coat. Nazneen stopped her with a pleading look. These gay moods came rarely enough.

Chanu sat down and began to type. He examined the keyboard closely before each stroke, putting his face right down by the letters as though something valuable had slipped between the cracks. Minutes later he had completed a sentence. The girls pushed up to take a look. It was long past bedtime.

Bibi read it out. 'Dear Sir. I am writing to inform you.'

'It all comes back so quickly,' said Chanu. His cheeks were red with pleasure. 

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A big change 

Julie had had long hair since she was 9 years old. She used to keep it plaited during the summer and occasionally she would curl it for a special occasion. She didn't mind the time it took to take care of it, and actually took great pride in keeping it healthy, shiny and well-brushed. But she had just turned 17, and she was beginning to feel that her hair was a symbol of her childhood, holding her back from being the young adult she wanted to be. 

So she booked an appointment at her hair salon and told her hairdresser of her plans. She arrived at the salon full of both excitement and concern, that somehow she was beginning a new phase of her life, but she would look radically different. It seemed both simple and complex at the same time: she considered it simple when she wanted to calm her nerves about taking a big step, but it became complex when she thought about how she was losing something that had been a part of her for so long. 

When her hairdresser called her into the chair, Julie got a sick feeling in her stomach, but she tried to tell herself, 'It's just a haircut: and she must have repeated that to herself ten times by the time she made it to the chair. Her hairdresser asked her how she was feeling, and there was no covering it up: 'I'm nervous!' she replied. Her hairdresser asked her if this is what she really wanted to do, and whether perhaps they should just do a trim. Julie said in her most convincing voice - in an effort to convince herself most of all - 'No, it's time to let go.' 

Her hairdresser combed her hair, taking a few moments to do so, and with each passing moment, Julie was on tenterhooks, knowing that the hairdresser's hands would soon be holding scissors which would slice through her hair, taking just seconds to do so. Her hairdresser asked her how school was, and Julie replied without thinking, 'It's fine. I've got a lot of difficult classes and I'm quite busy all the time: The truth was that she found her classes to be quite easy and she was busy sometimes, but not all of the time. She didn't know why she'd lied - she simply couldn't concentrate on anything other than what the hairdresser was about to do. 
Her hairdresser put the comb down and picked up the scissors. 'This is the moment of truth. Are we going ahead then?' her hairdresser asked sincerely. Julie took a deep breath and nodded her head affirmatively. Her hairdresser took each section of hair at a time and chopped several centimetres off. It was soon done, but the sense of relief that Julie had hoped would come over her, didn't. It remained far from her, and she was even more nervous than before. 

Her hairdresser finished trimming the ends so that the style was even, and she cut some of the hair around Julie's face so that her face was better framed. Julie looked in the mirror, if only for a brief moment, and she felt like a totally different person, but less confident than she'd imagined and more like someone who was unsure of the world. Her hairdresser, sensing Julie's unease, told her she'd get used to it and assured her she looked beautiful. Those kind words were quite helpful for Julie's mood, and as she left the salon, she began to forget about her nervousness. In fact, after walking down the street a few blocks, she randomly caught her reflection in a window. She saw the person she had wanted to see all along, and she finally felt satisfied with her decision. 
 

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A big change 

Julie had had long hair since she was 9 years old. She used to keep it plaited during the summer and occasionally she would curl it for a special occasion. She didn't mind the time it took to take care of it, and actually took great pride in keeping it healthy, shiny and well-brushed. But she had just turned 17, and she was beginning to feel that her hair was a symbol of her childhood, holding her back from being the young adult she wanted to be. 

So she booked an appointment at her hair salon and told her hairdresser of her plans. She arrived at the salon full of both excitement and concern, that somehow she was beginning a new phase of her life, but she would look radically different. It seemed both simple and complex at the same time: she considered it simple when she wanted to calm her nerves about taking a big step, but it became complex when she thought about how she was losing something that had been a part of her for so long. 

When her hairdresser called her into the chair, Julie got a sick feeling in her stomach, but she tried to tell herself, 'It's just a haircut: and she must have repeated that to herself ten times by the time she made it to the chair. Her hairdresser asked her how she was feeling, and there was no covering it up: 'I'm nervous!' she replied. Her hairdresser asked her if this is what she really wanted to do, and whether perhaps they should just do a trim. Julie said in her most convincing voice - in an effort to convince herself most of all - 'No, it's time to let go.' 

Her hairdresser combed her hair, taking a few moments to do so, and with each passing moment, Julie was on tenterhooks, knowing that the hairdresser's hands would soon be holding scissors which would slice through her hair, taking just seconds to do so. Her hairdresser asked her how school was, and Julie replied without thinking, 'It's fine. I've got a lot of difficult classes and I'm quite busy all the time: The truth was that she found her classes to be quite easy and she was busy sometimes, but not all of the time. She didn't know why she'd lied - she simply couldn't concentrate on anything other than what the hairdresser was about to do. 
Her hairdresser put the comb down and picked up the scissors. 'This is the moment of truth. Are we going ahead then?' her hairdresser asked sincerely. Julie took a deep breath and nodded her head affirmatively. Her hairdresser took each section of hair at a time and chopped several centimetres off. It was soon done, but the sense of relief that Julie had hoped would come over her, didn't. It remained far from her, and she was even more nervous than before. 

Her hairdresser finished trimming the ends so that the style was even, and she cut some of the hair around Julie's face so that her face was better framed. Julie looked in the mirror, if only for a brief moment, and she felt like a totally different person, but less confident than she'd imagined and more like someone who was unsure of the world. Her hairdresser, sensing Julie's unease, told her she'd get used to it and assured her she looked beautiful. Those kind words were quite helpful for Julie's mood, and as she left the salon, she began to forget about her nervousness. In fact, after walking down the street a few blocks, she randomly caught her reflection in a window. She saw the person she had wanted to see all along, and she finally felt satisfied with her decision. 
 

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A big change 

Julie had had long hair since she was 9 years old. She used to keep it plaited during the summer and occasionally she would curl it for a special occasion. She didn't mind the time it took to take care of it, and actually took great pride in keeping it healthy, shiny and well-brushed. But she had just turned 17, and she was beginning to feel that her hair was a symbol of her childhood, holding her back from being the young adult she wanted to be. 

So she booked an appointment at her hair salon and told her hairdresser of her plans. She arrived at the salon full of both excitement and concern, that somehow she was beginning a new phase of her life, but she would look radically different. It seemed both simple and complex at the same time: she considered it simple when she wanted to calm her nerves about taking a big step, but it became complex when she thought about how she was losing something that had been a part of her for so long. 

When her hairdresser called her into the chair, Julie got a sick feeling in her stomach, but she tried to tell herself, 'It's just a haircut: and she must have repeated that to herself ten times by the time she made it to the chair. Her hairdresser asked her how she was feeling, and there was no covering it up: 'I'm nervous!' she replied. Her hairdresser asked her if this is what she really wanted to do, and whether perhaps they should just do a trim. Julie said in her most convincing voice - in an effort to convince herself most of all - 'No, it's time to let go.' 

Her hairdresser combed her hair, taking a few moments to do so, and with each passing moment, Julie was on tenterhooks, knowing that the hairdresser's hands would soon be holding scissors which would slice through her hair, taking just seconds to do so. Her hairdresser asked her how school was, and Julie replied without thinking, 'It's fine. I've got a lot of difficult classes and I'm quite busy all the time: The truth was that she found her classes to be quite easy and she was busy sometimes, but not all of the time. She didn't know why she'd lied - she simply couldn't concentrate on anything other than what the hairdresser was about to do. 
Her hairdresser put the comb down and picked up the scissors. 'This is the moment of truth. Are we going ahead then?' her hairdresser asked sincerely. Julie took a deep breath and nodded her head affirmatively. Her hairdresser took each section of hair at a time and chopped several centimetres off. It was soon done, but the sense of relief that Julie had hoped would come over her, didn't. It remained far from her, and she was even more nervous than before. 

Her hairdresser finished trimming the ends so that the style was even, and she cut some of the hair around Julie's face so that her face was better framed. Julie looked in the mirror, if only for a brief moment, and she felt like a totally different person, but less confident than she'd imagined and more like someone who was unsure of the world. Her hairdresser, sensing Julie's unease, told her she'd get used to it and assured her she looked beautiful. Those kind words were quite helpful for Julie's mood, and as she left the salon, she began to forget about her nervousness. In fact, after walking down the street a few blocks, she randomly caught her reflection in a window. She saw the person she had wanted to see all along, and she finally felt satisfied with her decision. 
 

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A big change 

Julie had had long hair since she was 9 years old. She used to keep it plaited during the summer and occasionally she would curl it for a special occasion. She didn't mind the time it took to take care of it, and actually took great pride in keeping it healthy, shiny and well-brushed. But she had just turned 17, and she was beginning to feel that her hair was a symbol of her childhood, holding her back from being the young adult she wanted to be. 

So she booked an appointment at her hair salon and told her hairdresser of her plans. She arrived at the salon full of both excitement and concern, that somehow she was beginning a new phase of her life, but she would look radically different. It seemed both simple and complex at the same time: she considered it simple when she wanted to calm her nerves about taking a big step, but it became complex when she thought about how she was losing something that had been a part of her for so long. 

When her hairdresser called her into the chair, Julie got a sick feeling in her stomach, but she tried to tell herself, 'It's just a haircut: and she must have repeated that to herself ten times by the time she made it to the chair. Her hairdresser asked her how she was feeling, and there was no covering it up: 'I'm nervous!' she replied. Her hairdresser asked her if this is what she really wanted to do, and whether perhaps they should just do a trim. Julie said in her most convincing voice - in an effort to convince herself most of all - 'No, it's time to let go.' 

Her hairdresser combed her hair, taking a few moments to do so, and with each passing moment, Julie was on tenterhooks, knowing that the hairdresser's hands would soon be holding scissors which would slice through her hair, taking just seconds to do so. Her hairdresser asked her how school was, and Julie replied without thinking, 'It's fine. I've got a lot of difficult classes and I'm quite busy all the time: The truth was that she found her classes to be quite easy and she was busy sometimes, but not all of the time. She didn't know why she'd lied - she simply couldn't concentrate on anything other than what the hairdresser was about to do. 
Her hairdresser put the comb down and picked up the scissors. 'This is the moment of truth. Are we going ahead then?' her hairdresser asked sincerely. Julie took a deep breath and nodded her head affirmatively. Her hairdresser took each section of hair at a time and chopped several centimetres off. It was soon done, but the sense of relief that Julie had hoped would come over her, didn't. It remained far from her, and she was even more nervous than before. 

Her hairdresser finished trimming the ends so that the style was even, and she cut some of the hair around Julie's face so that her face was better framed. Julie looked in the mirror, if only for a brief moment, and she felt like a totally different person, but less confident than she'd imagined and more like someone who was unsure of the world. Her hairdresser, sensing Julie's unease, told her she'd get used to it and assured her she looked beautiful. Those kind words were quite helpful for Julie's mood, and as she left the salon, she began to forget about her nervousness. In fact, after walking down the street a few blocks, she randomly caught her reflection in a window. She saw the person she had wanted to see all along, and she finally felt satisfied with her decision. 
 

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A big change 

Julie had had long hair since she was 9 years old. She used to keep it plaited during the summer and occasionally she would curl it for a special occasion. She didn't mind the time it took to take care of it, and actually took great pride in keeping it healthy, shiny and well-brushed. But she had just turned 17, and she was beginning to feel that her hair was a symbol of her childhood, holding her back from being the young adult she wanted to be. 

So she booked an appointment at her hair salon and told her hairdresser of her plans. She arrived at the salon full of both excitement and concern, that somehow she was beginning a new phase of her life, but she would look radically different. It seemed both simple and complex at the same time: she considered it simple when she wanted to calm her nerves about taking a big step, but it became complex when she thought about how she was losing something that had been a part of her for so long. 

When her hairdresser called her into the chair, Julie got a sick feeling in her stomach, but she tried to tell herself, 'It's just a haircut: and she must have repeated that to herself ten times by the time she made it to the chair. Her hairdresser asked her how she was feeling, and there was no covering it up: 'I'm nervous!' she replied. Her hairdresser asked her if this is what she really wanted to do, and whether perhaps they should just do a trim. Julie said in her most convincing voice - in an effort to convince herself most of all - 'No, it's time to let go.' 

Her hairdresser combed her hair, taking a few moments to do so, and with each passing moment, Julie was on tenterhooks, knowing that the hairdresser's hands would soon be holding scissors which would slice through her hair, taking just seconds to do so. Her hairdresser asked her how school was, and Julie replied without thinking, 'It's fine. I've got a lot of difficult classes and I'm quite busy all the time: The truth was that she found her classes to be quite easy and she was busy sometimes, but not all of the time. She didn't know why she'd lied - she simply couldn't concentrate on anything other than what the hairdresser was about to do. 
Her hairdresser put the comb down and picked up the scissors. 'This is the moment of truth. Are we going ahead then?' her hairdresser asked sincerely. Julie took a deep breath and nodded her head affirmatively. Her hairdresser took each section of hair at a time and chopped several centimetres off. It was soon done, but the sense of relief that Julie had hoped would come over her, didn't. It remained far from her, and she was even more nervous than before. 

Her hairdresser finished trimming the ends so that the style was even, and she cut some of the hair around Julie's face so that her face was better framed. Julie looked in the mirror, if only for a brief moment, and she felt like a totally different person, but less confident than she'd imagined and more like someone who was unsure of the world. Her hairdresser, sensing Julie's unease, told her she'd get used to it and assured her she looked beautiful. Those kind words were quite helpful for Julie's mood, and as she left the salon, she began to forget about her nervousness. In fact, after walking down the street a few blocks, she randomly caught her reflection in a window. She saw the person she had wanted to see all along, and she finally felt satisfied with her decision. 
 

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A big change 

Julie had had long hair since she was 9 years old. She used to keep it plaited during the summer and occasionally she would curl it for a special occasion. She didn't mind the time it took to take care of it, and actually took great pride in keeping it healthy, shiny and well-brushed. But she had just turned 17, and she was beginning to feel that her hair was a symbol of her childhood, holding her back from being the young adult she wanted to be. 

So she booked an appointment at her hair salon and told her hairdresser of her plans. She arrived at the salon full of both excitement and concern, that somehow she was beginning a new phase of her life, but she would look radically different. It seemed both simple and complex at the same time: she considered it simple when she wanted to calm her nerves about taking a big step, but it became complex when she thought about how she was losing something that had been a part of her for so long. 

When her hairdresser called her into the chair, Julie got a sick feeling in her stomach, but she tried to tell herself, 'It's just a haircut: and she must have repeated that to herself ten times by the time she made it to the chair. Her hairdresser asked her how she was feeling, and there was no covering it up: 'I'm nervous!' she replied. Her hairdresser asked her if this is what she really wanted to do, and whether perhaps they should just do a trim. Julie said in her most convincing voice - in an effort to convince herself most of all - 'No, it's time to let go.' 

Her hairdresser combed her hair, taking a few moments to do so, and with each passing moment, Julie was on tenterhooks, knowing that the hairdresser's hands would soon be holding scissors which would slice through her hair, taking just seconds to do so. Her hairdresser asked her how school was, and Julie replied without thinking, 'It's fine. I've got a lot of difficult classes and I'm quite busy all the time: The truth was that she found her classes to be quite easy and she was busy sometimes, but not all of the time. She didn't know why she'd lied - she simply couldn't concentrate on anything other than what the hairdresser was about to do. 
Her hairdresser put the comb down and picked up the scissors. 'This is the moment of truth. Are we going ahead then?' her hairdresser asked sincerely. Julie took a deep breath and nodded her head affirmatively. Her hairdresser took each section of hair at a time and chopped several centimetres off. It was soon done, but the sense of relief that Julie had hoped would come over her, didn't. It remained far from her, and she was even more nervous than before. 

Her hairdresser finished trimming the ends so that the style was even, and she cut some of the hair around Julie's face so that her face was better framed. Julie looked in the mirror, if only for a brief moment, and she felt like a totally different person, but less confident than she'd imagined and more like someone who was unsure of the world. Her hairdresser, sensing Julie's unease, told her she'd get used to it and assured her she looked beautiful. Those kind words were quite helpful for Julie's mood, and as she left the salon, she began to forget about her nervousness. In fact, after walking down the street a few blocks, she randomly caught her reflection in a window. She saw the person she had wanted to see all along, and she finally felt satisfied with her decision. 
 

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A big change 

Julie had had long hair since she was 9 years old. She used to keep it plaited during the summer and occasionally she would curl it for a special occasion. She didn't mind the time it took to take care of it, and actually took great pride in keeping it healthy, shiny and well-brushed. But she had just turned 17, and she was beginning to feel that her hair was a symbol of her childhood, holding her back from being the young adult she wanted to be. 

So she booked an appointment at her hair salon and told her hairdresser of her plans. She arrived at the salon full of both excitement and concern, that somehow she was beginning a new phase of her life, but she would look radically different. It seemed both simple and complex at the same time: she considered it simple when she wanted to calm her nerves about taking a big step, but it became complex when she thought about how she was losing something that had been a part of her for so long. 

When her hairdresser called her into the chair, Julie got a sick feeling in her stomach, but she tried to tell herself, 'It's just a haircut: and she must have repeated that to herself ten times by the time she made it to the chair. Her hairdresser asked her how she was feeling, and there was no covering it up: 'I'm nervous!' she replied. Her hairdresser asked her if this is what she really wanted to do, and whether perhaps they should just do a trim. Julie said in her most convincing voice - in an effort to convince herself most of all - 'No, it's time to let go.' 

Her hairdresser combed her hair, taking a few moments to do so, and with each passing moment, Julie was on tenterhooks, knowing that the hairdresser's hands would soon be holding scissors which would slice through her hair, taking just seconds to do so. Her hairdresser asked her how school was, and Julie replied without thinking, 'It's fine. I've got a lot of difficult classes and I'm quite busy all the time: The truth was that she found her classes to be quite easy and she was busy sometimes, but not all of the time. She didn't know why she'd lied - she simply couldn't concentrate on anything other than what the hairdresser was about to do. 
Her hairdresser put the comb down and picked up the scissors. 'This is the moment of truth. Are we going ahead then?' her hairdresser asked sincerely. Julie took a deep breath and nodded her head affirmatively. Her hairdresser took each section of hair at a time and chopped several centimetres off. It was soon done, but the sense of relief that Julie had hoped would come over her, didn't. It remained far from her, and she was even more nervous than before. 

Her hairdresser finished trimming the ends so that the style was even, and she cut some of the hair around Julie's face so that her face was better framed. Julie looked in the mirror, if only for a brief moment, and she felt like a totally different person, but less confident than she'd imagined and more like someone who was unsure of the world. Her hairdresser, sensing Julie's unease, told her she'd get used to it and assured her she looked beautiful. Those kind words were quite helpful for Julie's mood, and as she left the salon, she began to forget about her nervousness. In fact, after walking down the street a few blocks, she randomly caught her reflection in a window. She saw the person she had wanted to see all along, and she finally felt satisfied with her decision. 
 

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Graduation is coming...What's next?

Graduation is less than a month away. While I cannot wait to throw my hat up into the air and officially check off Went to College on my to-do list, there is one thing that has been staring me down that I absolutely dread. Entering the workforce.

I believed that with my shiny new degree and my references on my CV, I would be able to start working at the lower end of companies I spent four years preparing myself for. Instead, in all job postings that I find I me this requirement: "3+ years of experience in related field."

Speaking from personal experience, I believed that my extracurricular activities at the university prepared me for the jobs I was applying for, but that rejection letter keeps showing up in my inbox. From the comments I have received about my application, they all ask for more experience in the field, although an entry-level job is a job that "requires minimal professional work experience".

Well, I did not have an internship or a job history in the field. I spent my time on campus — at least until COVID-I 9 forced me to be home for a year and a half participating in clubs and magazines. I completely forgot about internships. Now, while I would like to believe I could dismantle the idea of needing three years of experience for an entry-level job, I am just one person. So, instead, I am out here telling you to find internships as soon as possible in your field of interest.

Internships are not just for the school year. Them are many internships that happen during the summer. There are also remote internships so you do not have to keep yourself geographically limited. Unpaid internships are one of the most helpful things to set you apart from others. There are some that do pay — I've seen some that pay $15 an hour, which is crazy in my eyes — which is considered a blessing, but at some point, the only thing available is an unpaid internship.

Our university has an entire webpage devoted to internships and how to get them. A free account for an internship network is created for each student upon admission to the university. You can research employers, apply for jobs and internships, begin the internship registration process and participate in on-campus mock interviews. There are multiple people to support you. Schedule an appointment with a career coach — for help in finding or developing an internship opportunity that is right for you. During the school year, you can also meet with a peer advisor for a CV or cover letter review. Visit with your academic advisor or departmental internship coordinator to find out about academic internship courses or opportunities offered through your major department.

Don't forget about networking with family, friends, and campus contacts. Let others know the types of opportunities you are looking for and share your CV with them. Finally, attend a career fair or a networking event. These are great networking opportunities!

I am not here to be gentle with you. Sometimes the internship work is gruelling for no pay, but in the end, it is worth the payoff when trying to get a higher paying job in the workforce. There is no such thing as an entry-level job because many of them are still asking for years of experience, despite being on the low-end of the corporate food chain. While they will still teach you the basics of their working environment, most companies want to have someone who already knows their way around and can throw themselves into the work without much of a fuss.

In the end, that internship is going to save you in the long run. Take it from someone who did not do an internship and is now paying the price. 
 

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Graduation is coming...What's next?

Graduation is less than a month away. While I cannot wait to throw my hat up into the air and officially check off Went to College on my to-do list, there is one thing that has been staring me down that I absolutely dread. Entering the workforce.

I believed that with my shiny new degree and my references on my CV, I would be able to start working at the lower end of companies I spent four years preparing myself for. Instead, in all job postings that I find I me this requirement: "3+ years of experience in related field."

Speaking from personal experience, I believed that my extracurricular activities at the university prepared me for the jobs I was applying for, but that rejection letter keeps showing up in my inbox. From the comments I have received about my application, they all ask for more experience in the field, although an entry-level job is a job that "requires minimal professional work experience".

Well, I did not have an internship or a job history in the field. I spent my time on campus — at least until COVID-I 9 forced me to be home for a year and a half participating in clubs and magazines. I completely forgot about internships. Now, while I would like to believe I could dismantle the idea of needing three years of experience for an entry-level job, I am just one person. So, instead, I am out here telling you to find internships as soon as possible in your field of interest.

Internships are not just for the school year. Them are many internships that happen during the summer. There are also remote internships so you do not have to keep yourself geographically limited. Unpaid internships are one of the most helpful things to set you apart from others. There are some that do pay — I've seen some that pay $15 an hour, which is crazy in my eyes — which is considered a blessing, but at some point, the only thing available is an unpaid internship.

Our university has an entire webpage devoted to internships and how to get them. A free account for an internship network is created for each student upon admission to the university. You can research employers, apply for jobs and internships, begin the internship registration process and participate in on-campus mock interviews. There are multiple people to support you. Schedule an appointment with a career coach — for help in finding or developing an internship opportunity that is right for you. During the school year, you can also meet with a peer advisor for a CV or cover letter review. Visit with your academic advisor or departmental internship coordinator to find out about academic internship courses or opportunities offered through your major department.

Don't forget about networking with family, friends, and campus contacts. Let others know the types of opportunities you are looking for and share your CV with them. Finally, attend a career fair or a networking event. These are great networking opportunities!

I am not here to be gentle with you. Sometimes the internship work is gruelling for no pay, but in the end, it is worth the payoff when trying to get a higher paying job in the workforce. There is no such thing as an entry-level job because many of them are still asking for years of experience, despite being on the low-end of the corporate food chain. While they will still teach you the basics of their working environment, most companies want to have someone who already knows their way around and can throw themselves into the work without much of a fuss.

In the end, that internship is going to save you in the long run. Take it from someone who did not do an internship and is now paying the price. 
 

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Прочитайте текст и выполните задания 12-18. В каждом задании запишите в поле ответа цифру 1, 2, 3 или 4, соответствующую выбранному вами варианту ответа.

Graduation is coming...What's next?

Graduation is less than a month away. While I cannot wait to throw my hat up into the air and officially check off Went to College on my to-do list, there is one thing that has been staring me down that I absolutely dread. Entering the workforce.

I believed that with my shiny new degree and my references on my CV, I would be able to start working at the lower end of companies I spent four years preparing myself for. Instead, in all job postings that I find I me this requirement: "3+ years of experience in related field."

Speaking from personal experience, I believed that my extracurricular activities at the university prepared me for the jobs I was applying for, but that rejection letter keeps showing up in my inbox. From the comments I have received about my application, they all ask for more experience in the field, although an entry-level job is a job that "requires minimal professional work experience".

Well, I did not have an internship or a job history in the field. I spent my time on campus — at least until COVID-I 9 forced me to be home for a year and a half participating in clubs and magazines. I completely forgot about internships. Now, while I would like to believe I could dismantle the idea of needing three years of experience for an entry-level job, I am just one person. So, instead, I am out here telling you to find internships as soon as possible in your field of interest.

Internships are not just for the school year. Them are many internships that happen during the summer. There are also remote internships so you do not have to keep yourself geographically limited. Unpaid internships are one of the most helpful things to set you apart from others. There are some that do pay — I've seen some that pay $15 an hour, which is crazy in my eyes — which is considered a blessing, but at some point, the only thing available is an unpaid internship.

Our university has an entire webpage devoted to internships and how to get them. A free account for an internship network is created for each student upon admission to the university. You can research employers, apply for jobs and internships, begin the internship registration process and participate in on-campus mock interviews. There are multiple people to support you. Schedule an appointment with a career coach — for help in finding or developing an internship opportunity that is right for you. During the school year, you can also meet with a peer advisor for a CV or cover letter review. Visit with your academic advisor or departmental internship coordinator to find out about academic internship courses or opportunities offered through your major department.

Don't forget about networking with family, friends, and campus contacts. Let others know the types of opportunities you are looking for and share your CV with them. Finally, attend a career fair or a networking event. These are great networking opportunities!

I am not here to be gentle with you. Sometimes the internship work is gruelling for no pay, but in the end, it is worth the payoff when trying to get a higher paying job in the workforce. There is no such thing as an entry-level job because many of them are still asking for years of experience, despite being on the low-end of the corporate food chain. While they will still teach you the basics of their working environment, most companies want to have someone who already knows their way around and can throw themselves into the work without much of a fuss.

In the end, that internship is going to save you in the long run. Take it from someone who did not do an internship and is now paying the price. 
 

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Прочитайте текст и выполните задания 12-18. В каждом задании запишите в поле ответа цифру 1, 2, 3 или 4, соответствующую выбранному вами варианту ответа.

Graduation is coming...What's next?

Graduation is less than a month away. While I cannot wait to throw my hat up into the air and officially check off Went to College on my to-do list, there is one thing that has been staring me down that I absolutely dread. Entering the workforce.

I believed that with my shiny new degree and my references on my CV, I would be able to start working at the lower end of companies I spent four years preparing myself for. Instead, in all job postings that I find I me this requirement: "3+ years of experience in related field."

Speaking from personal experience, I believed that my extracurricular activities at the university prepared me for the jobs I was applying for, but that rejection letter keeps showing up in my inbox. From the comments I have received about my application, they all ask for more experience in the field, although an entry-level job is a job that "requires minimal professional work experience".

Well, I did not have an internship or a job history in the field. I spent my time on campus — at least until COVID-I 9 forced me to be home for a year and a half participating in clubs and magazines. I completely forgot about internships. Now, while I would like to believe I could dismantle the idea of needing three years of experience for an entry-level job, I am just one person. So, instead, I am out here telling you to find internships as soon as possible in your field of interest.

Internships are not just for the school year. Them are many internships that happen during the summer. There are also remote internships so you do not have to keep yourself geographically limited. Unpaid internships are one of the most helpful things to set you apart from others. There are some that do pay — I've seen some that pay $15 an hour, which is crazy in my eyes — which is considered a blessing, but at some point, the only thing available is an unpaid internship.

Our university has an entire webpage devoted to internships and how to get them. A free account for an internship network is created for each student upon admission to the university. You can research employers, apply for jobs and internships, begin the internship registration process and participate in on-campus mock interviews. There are multiple people to support you. Schedule an appointment with a career coach — for help in finding or developing an internship opportunity that is right for you. During the school year, you can also meet with a peer advisor for a CV or cover letter review. Visit with your academic advisor or departmental internship coordinator to find out about academic internship courses or opportunities offered through your major department.

Don't forget about networking with family, friends, and campus contacts. Let others know the types of opportunities you are looking for and share your CV with them. Finally, attend a career fair or a networking event. These are great networking opportunities!

I am not here to be gentle with you. Sometimes the internship work is gruelling for no pay, but in the end, it is worth the payoff when trying to get a higher paying job in the workforce. There is no such thing as an entry-level job because many of them are still asking for years of experience, despite being on the low-end of the corporate food chain. While they will still teach you the basics of their working environment, most companies want to have someone who already knows their way around and can throw themselves into the work without much of a fuss.

In the end, that internship is going to save you in the long run. Take it from someone who did not do an internship and is now paying the price. 
 

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