Hi friends. Thanks for coming to visit “the musings of monique”.
While you’re here, sit back and relax with a cup of coffee (not me) or tea (me) and find out some fun facts about the person whose musings you are reading.
My name is Monique Fischle (prounced fish-la, and before you start with the whole “it doesn’t look like you pronounce it that way”, well you do…and it’s German. Germans are cool) and I’m the ripe old/young age of 22. I only say old because that seems to be the way the saying goes. I am engaged to the most amazing man on the planet so you may see a few wedding posts here and there.
I spent three years studying Journalism at CSU which meant that I left sunny Newcastle for country Bathurst but have since returned home. I struggled to find work post-graduation so I spent my time blogging here, became an Editor at community website KiKi & Tea and spent my time interning at as many magazines as I could. I am currently working as a Communications Assistant at a not-for-profit organisation.
While initially I loved print media, the online world has captured my heart and I love the currency of it. But I simultaneously hate that currency. Walking contradiction right here.
My ultimate life goal is to be a published novelist and it is my hope that this will happen some day. I would also love to be a book editor. My interest in the publishing world can be seen through my review of Random House Australia books.
I have a wide range of interests and because of this, I won’t be blogging to a theme. I may not blog consistently due to there not being enough hours in the day, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t love this blog and everyone who reads it.
This blog is a little bit of everything.
Monique I just read your comment on Mamamia and I don’t know why but I pressed the link to your website. Your comment had (hard to describe) made me think about my high school years more than any other comment. I was a part of the inner, outer group, with few friends mostly stemming from my awkwardness (guy who listens) of large groups but a funny guy in smaller groups. I can relate somewhat to your experiences but I didn’t have a death of a parent (that must have been hard), I went to a private school and my dad new many, and my parents got divorced it went to the family courts and most parents talked, which most of the kids and my life was made jokes of and it was hard to deal with (still not as hard as yours). Then year 11 came around and I just seemed to fit into my group I had a couple close friends. My year 12 was when I realized that I don’t care what they think and me being a sarcastic, smart ass sometimes, started enjoying school. All I can say is I wish I knew somebody like you at school. I don’t know why I’ve written so much but I guess I never really talked about it and just felt like writing. I felt insecure and inadequate at school but now at uni that is now changing. Coming from a guy that was good at science and maths but bad at English you summed it up pretty well “I hated most of high school but loved years 11 and 12″. My blabbering is nearly over I hope you get a job in the media industry and how good was the fooeys concert. MC