First Year, Don’t Care!? Breakdown 5 Years | Plan for a Student of Engli...

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First Year, Don’t Care !?
| Breakdown 5 Years | 
| What you should do | 

Plan for a Student of English Department

Time and Concept got changed—

“First Year, Don’t Care”

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1st Year ?? -- Be 100% serious. (Try to understand syllabus, Make actionable study group, read and stay worry free)

2nd Year ?? -- Be 200% serious (Work hard, Understand #History of #English #Literature, Characteristics of literary ages, practice free-hand writing, practice speaking & listening, be meditative)

3rd Year ?? -- Be 80% serious (Having smart CGPA, keep study regularly not so aggressively, got admitted for Job preparation, involve with voluntary activities, do part time job/tution, start up, try to gain experiences, make CV/ #LinkedIn profile, #Networking)

4th Year ?? -- Be 50% serious (Just maintain #CGPA, spend full time for experience, Networking, try to gain soft skill, IT knowledge, Take Job preparation,)

MA ?? Be 30% serious (Increase soft #skills, #IT #knowledge, Be experienced and search Full Time Job)

Basic Computing, LSRW of Language, Experience, #CV, #Communication,

Preparation/Get a Smart Job

Age 25/26? 

Got Job??



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