Before I was fairly educated and passionate about social change, I was the almost-all-encompassing poster child for Canada’s oppressed and marginalized group: A young, poor immigrant black girl living in one of Toronto’s priority neighbourhoods.
Fast forward a few years and post-secondary education, I was elated to have stumbled into the field of youth work. It felt amazing to find a career in uplifting young people, like myself a few years prior, who would otherwise be left to struggle in the margins of society.
In the deepest part of my heart I believed that since youth work wasn’t the most lucrative field, people would get into it purely because of the passion they felt for the work itself. I was excited to be around passionate individuals putting all their efforts into revolutionary social change.
Boy, was I wrong. Continue reading “On youth work and bullshit jobs”