A Cover Letter

It’s common courtesy to introduce yourself when you meet a fellow life liver or when you apply for a job or when you start up a new form of self expression on the Internet, so hello, my name is Jasmine Holroyd and I hate to disappoint, but I’m neither a princess nor a dragon keeper, something that I greatly wished I was when I was younger. I’m not an extraordinary human being- I haven’t been to space or travelled the world (yet, because one day I will be in some strange country trying to buy something of a person who knows zero English and it will be so scary but also will be one of the best things I’ll have ever done). I certainly haven’t made the headlines for discovering that actually unicorns did exist and I've found the skeleton and the DNA to prove it, but I like to think that I’m a pretty fun person to be around.

I’m 18, and I've been through what an average 18 year old would go through, making my experiences not something to be wowed by. I’m studying acting and I’m about to start my second and final year, and I’m pretty terrified about what comes after this. I don’t really know what career path I want to be on anymore, there’s so many choices and not enough time, but I’m sure I’ll find something. Probably. Hopefully. From the age of 4, I've been on stage, either dancing or acting or both, and I was so sure that acting is what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. And then, about three weeks ago, I changed my mind. So here I am, stranded in the sea of drifters who aren't too sure about what they want to pursue in life and I’m without a life jacket or a nearby island to rest on and I’d be lying to you if I said I wasn't absolutely terrified. I’m not scared of drowning because I know I can’t drown, I’m more scared about the idea of drowning in this sea of uncertainty.

I am currently working at a fantastic little arts venue in my city. I’m part of the “casual venue staff” which means I basically get to do all the behind the scenes stuff, and I get to explore all the rooms that members of the public aren’t allowed in. (Spoiler alert: there’s no dragons. Sorry.)

I don’t suit glasses even though I just found out that I actually need glasses because I’m long sighted, and I’m not too sure what long sighted actually means but I’m bummed about the glasses situation.

I’m hopelessly in love with a book called Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli (can we just appreciate how awesome his name is) and it’s one of those books that doesn’t have a storyline as such, it’s just a natural flow and its so beautiful and tragic and it’s my all-time favourite book. I’ve also had my life simultaneously enriched and destroyed by the loving claws of John Green.

I’m also horrifically bad at ending things so I’m sorry if the ending to this introduction doesn’t satisfy those of you who crave a fantastically beautifully crafted ending, I’m trying my best. I also just realised that I literally have no idea of what makes a great ending, so I’m going to make a cup of tea (one sugar and a splash of milk is the secret to a fabulous cup of tea) and try to find the key to finishing something with some basic level of grace and elegance.