There couldn’t have been a worse or more gut wrenchingly effective way to thrust me into the adult world. The end of Harry Potter was like a kick up the backside that sent me hurtling into adulthood, and into despair.

In hindsight, I shouldn’t have written my first blog after spending the evening howling with grief over the end of Harry Potter. On reflection, my despair made for an incredibly pessimistic read.

But there really couldn’t have been a worse time for it all to end. It was like the bosses at Warner Bros had gathered together to ask themselves, ‘how best can we remind her that she’s no longer a child, how can we really drum it into her that things are about to get very different, and very very hard?’.

In the end they decided on a worldwide marketing strategy based around the three simple words; it all ends. It All Ends. And then they very cleverly scheduled the last ever UK Harry Potter premiere on the night before I was to receive my results and officially finish university. So sneaky, Warner Bros, such a clever way to make sure it really hit home that my childhood was officially over, that there wasn’t going to be any fun anymore; and that, to borrow a phrase from Albus Dumbledore, dark and difficult times most definitely lay ahead.

I will come forward and admit that I panicked, and I cried and I sulked. I wallowed in my despair for days before I realised that it doesn’t have to end. Not if I don't want it to.

Fun doesn’t end at childhood. Who says working nine to five has to be dull? There must be some people who like their jobs, surely? Surely, there must be some jobs that involve even miniscule amounts of fun?

I am resolved to find that fun. I will do everything to get the job that I want. I refuse to be stuck in a soul sucking job that I hate. I want to like what I do. In fact, I want to love what I do. I want to find it fun, even at its worst moments.

It was Albus Dumbledore also, who said that there comes a time when we must choose between what is right and what is easy. It seems that time has come for me. I will choose what is right for me. I will not choose the thoroughly un-fun sounding six month temporary contract I am currently being offered. I will not be trapped by the thought of money in my pocket. I will stick to my guns.

This year is for work experience; this year is to help me find fun. This year is to help me make sure I end up doing what’s right for me.