Jobs With Sociology Degree


Jobs With Sociology Degree

jobs with sociology degree


  • (sociological) of or relating to or determined by sociology; “sociological studies”
  • the study and classification of human societies
  • (sociologist) a social scientist who studies the institutions and development of human society
  • The study of the development, structure, and functioning of human society
  • The study of social problems


  • A unit of measurement of angles, one three-hundred-and-sixtieth of the circumference of a circle
  • A stage in a scale or series, in particular
  • academic degree: an award conferred by a college or university signifying that the recipient has satisfactorily completed a course of study; “he earned his degree at Princeton summa cum laude”
  • a position on a scale of intensity or amount or quality; “a moderate grade of intelligence”; “a high level of care is required”; “it is all a matter of degree”
  • The amount, level, or extent to which something happens or is present
  • a specific identifiable position in a continuum or series or especially in a process; “a remarkable degree of frankness”; “at what stage are the social sciences?”


  • Steven (Paul) (1955–), US computer entrepreneur. He set up the Apple computer company in 1976 with Steve Wozniak and served as chairman until 1985, returning in 1997 as CEO. He is also the former CEO of the Pixar animation studio
  • (job) occupation: the principal activity in your life that you do to earn money; “he’s not in my line of business”
  • (job) profit privately from public office and official business
  • (job) a specific piece of work required to be done as a duty or for a specific fee; “estimates of the city’s loss on that job ranged as high as a million dollars”; “the job of repairing the engine took several hours”; “the endless task of classifying the samples”; “the farmer’s morning chores”

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What to Do with Your Psychology or Sociology Degree (Career Guides)
What to Do with Your Psychology or Sociology Degree (Career Guides)
Many students major in the Social Sciences because they love their chosen academic fields, however few schools provide solid advice about how students can apply their studies to a career. This unique and informative guide directs Psychology and Sociology majors to career paths that will make the most of their educational backgrounds. It includes chapters on further academic study, fellowship opportunities, and understanding career options, as well as practical and detailed job search tips and strategies.

What to Do with Your Psychology or Sociology Degree includes:
·Practical advice on identifying career goals
·Profiles of popular career paths
·Interview and networking tips
·Special Q&A section with former majors who are now successfully pursuing careers they love
·Appendices that provide listings of relevant internship and fellowship opportunities

Mrs. Myrlie Evers-Williams, Civil Rights Activitist

Mrs. Myrlie Evers-Williams, Civil Rights Activitist
Born Myrlie Beasley (1933-)

Myrlie Evers’s life was shattered on June 12, 1963, when she opened her front door to find her husband, civil rights leader Medgar Evers, dying on their porch — the victim of a sniper’s bullet. In the days and weeks that followed, she showed her courage by continuing Medgar’s fight for racial equality, even in the face of threats on her own life; and when her husband’s murderer was allowed to walk free, Myrlie Evers showed her incredible persistence by working for 30 years to see justice done. Her dogged determination paid off in 1994, when Byron De La Beckwith was sentenced to life in prison for the murder of Medgar Evers.

A sheltered childhood in Vicksburg, Mississippi did little to prepare young Myrlie Beasley for the violent realities of her adult life. After her parents separated when she was very young, she was raised by her grandmother, Annie McCain Beasley, and an aunt, Myrlie Beasley Polk. Both of these women were schoolteachers and they inspired her to follow in their footsteps. In 1950, she enrolled at Alcorn A&M College as an education major intending to minor in music. But an incident occurred during her first day on campus that would alter her plans.

Myrlie met fellow student Medgar Evers — an upperclassman, an Army veteran, and a member of the football team. "He was strong, responsible and someone you could count on," she recalled to Ebony contributor Marilyn Marshall. Myrlie was swept off her feet, and the two were married on Christmas Eve of the following year. She left school, while Medgar went on to graduate in 1952 with a degree in business administration.

Medgar Evers had already been involved in civil rights work for several years. After serving in World War II, he and his brothers had dared to register to vote — a bold move for any black citizen in the South at that time. When election day arrived, however, the Evers brothers, along with other black voters, were blocked from the polls by about 200 armed white men. They left without casting their votes; and shortly thereafter joined the National Association for the Advancement of Colored Persons (NAACP) to begin working for change.

Medgar’s involvement with the NAACP continued throughout college and into the first years of his marriage, when he earned his living as an insurance salesman. Myrlie credited her husband with raising her consciousness about matters of racial pride and justice. "He’s the one who told me to stop biting my bottom lip and to be proud of my large lips," she told Karen Grigsby Bates in Emerge. "It was he who told me to stop straightening my hair and be proud of my kinky hair. It was Medgar who told me to stop using bleach on my face to be lighter and to be proud of my Blackness."

Fought to Abolish "Jim Crow"

In 1954, Medgar became the Mississippi state field secretary for the NAACP, establishing an office in the city of Jackson. Myrlie worked as his secretary and together they organized voter registration drives and civil rights demonstrations. As the civil rights movement gained in power, the dangers increased for those involved in it.

Myrlie recalled in Emerge that the simple act of registering to vote often brought disastrous consequences to those brave enough to do it: "Their names would be published in the newspaper with their addresses and phone numbers, and they would be harassed by phone calls, people driving by, throwing rocks, eggs, firebombs…. Or the banks would call in mortgages with no notice. People got fired from their jobs immediately. Or lassoed as they were walking home, dragged into a car [and then beaten]. All this because they wanted to vote."

As leaders of the movement, the Evers’s were high-profile targets for the terrorist acts of pro-segregationists. Their lives grew complex with the necessity of elaborate subterfuge and intrigue. Medgar drove around Mississippi in various disguises, always taking a different route home to confuse anyone following him, and frequently switched vehicles several times during the course of one trip for the same reason. He and Myrlie used codes when speaking on the telephone; and they taught their three children to throw themselves to the floor upon hearing any strange sound outside as a means of protecting themselves from sniper attacks. Myrlie even rehearsed what steps she would take if her husband was shot in her presence. "It was a time when we never knew if we would see each other again when he left home — so we had an agreement with each other that we would never part in anger," she recalled in Emerge.

As the Movement and the violence continued to intensify, Medgar was haunted by the foreboding that his life was nearly over — a premonition that Myrlie shared. "We lived with death as a constant companion 24 hours a day," she told Marshall. "Medgar knew what he was doing, and he knew what the risks were. He just decided that he had to do w

(13) Coulrophobia – Nosedive (or 'realisations through writing')

(13) Coulrophobia - Nosedive (or 'realisations through writing')
Tiny f*cking moments. That’s what they turned out to be, just moments.

You think at the time that it’s aw progress and climb, aw part of some grand plan that ye havnae quite sussed out, but yer f*cking confident in its success. A remember a was about 17 before I felt the first twitches of doubt. From time to time these jittery wee twitches would open up a trap door below me, like a wis that mad cowboy from Dr Strangelove, and for a minute or even for a day, a could look down from youthful height and actually see it aw flying below me. A could see aw that reality and a will be f*cked if a could make any sense ae it. Of course, a had ma plan and a was safe. The trapdoor would slide closed again, a would still be in ma safe haven of home, a would still be confident that if a applied maself, a could be whatever a f*cking wanted. How could it be any other way? So I kept on flying, ma heed in the soggy clouds if ye’ve no picked up on ma metaphor.

So off a went soaring through time, oblivious to the deviations a wis taking and the hits that my carriage was receiving. It didnae matter ye see, anything bad wis a distraction, temporary at best to ma hard closed eyes. Ye see, in ma heed it was easy, go tae school, go tae uni, get a girl, get a job, get married, live a life. The end. Only that’s not it, is it? A mean a did some ae that like, but that’s no life as any of you smart b*stards will know it, is it? It’s no steady flight up the thermals of success until you reach some unassailable height that is ‘happiness’. Naw, it’s mair like yer f*cking nosediving down through the atmosphere with the auto pilot on, wings burning up in the heat, undercarriage falling apart below yer feet, and that trapdoor just waiting to open up for good.

Of course, a wis either too drunk, too stupit or jist too young to see the ground coming up tae meet me. Aw that beautiful ground which a could a landed on smoothly if a’d had a bit ae foresight, a bit ae soddin’ humility. But naw, a wis right every f*cking time. When the school reports came back they always said ‘Has potential, but must try harder’, a jist figured that potential wid see me through when a needed it most. When ma parents expressed some sort ae concern (and a will hope ye note the lack of negative words about them in aw this) a either shouted them down or waved them away like the ungrateful wee dobber a was.

When the exam results came back and a had failed 4 of the 5 classes, a cried for a day, then went out tae get drunk. No to forget, but because that’s what a did. The next year, the night afore the most important exam, a camped out all night to make sure a got Oasis tickets and jist, and a mean jist scraped a pass. A wis washing dishes in a home for the mentally handicapped when a got a call offering me a surprise place at a uni course (they were under subscribed, and desperate) and a agreed, didnae even ask what the course wis aw aboot. A dropped out 5 months later and spent 6 months unemployed, drinking too much, hussling in amusement arcades and generally bein’ an oxygen thief.

Seein’ a pattern yet? A didnae. A returned to uni to restart the course again (still desperate) and scraped through the first two years with a grade average of 41% (pass mark 40%). A don’t know how a did it, but a drowned out aw the sound advice and alarm bells with the sound of Jonny Greenwood guitar solos and the occassional f*cking blow out.

That simplifies things a bit like. Aye a was an arrogant tw*t, aye a was over confident in ma latent genius and aye, a never once thought it would really fall apart, not for me. A wis too good for that, surely? But that wisnae all, the other thing happening wis that f*cking trapdoor would swing open from time to time, and each time a wid take a harder look at whit was heading ma way. A cin assure ye, a didnae like whit a saw, still don’t if am honest.

Where the grinning fool in the autopilot seat saw a steady progression of f*cking glorious conformity, yer Strangelove, trapdoor straddling laddie saw a whole lot of nothing. Nae beliefs, nae purpose, nae direction, nae f*cking point. Sure, a could get ma degree, get a job and have money, but fir whit? Whit was a gonnae spend it on and why? How wis a gonnae handle a life built solely around being employed and getting some money tae spend on a life that wis solely about having a job? Make sense to you? It f*cking didnae tae me either, and it scared the sh*tters off me so it did.

So, while a big part of me was the f*cking c*ck ae the walk. Kicking doors down, blocking oot the sun with ma ego and having a f*cking ball every single night, aw the while hurtling heed first towards the ground. The other part, the wan with the view of the trapdoor, he was clinging onto his f*cking shiny coatails and whimpering about whit was coming up towards him. That second part was gonnae have a bigger and bigger say in what a did over the next few years.

That’s because that other part was the f*cking smar

jobs with sociology degree

jobs with sociology degree

Life After...Biological Sciences: A Practical Guide to Life After Your Degree
Thousands of students graduate from university each year. The lucky few have the rest of their lives mapped out in perfect detail – but for most, things are not nearly so simple. Armed with your hard-earned degree the possibilities and career paths lying before you are limitless, and the number of choices you suddenly have to make can seem bewildering.
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