b'Creative Writing Philippa UdenPostcode LotterySubmitted for the third-year Playwriting module.Creative WritingPhilippa UdenIn the UK, a working-class student with a first from a Russell Group University is less likely to secure a job in an elite profession, compared to a student from a privileged background with a 2:2 (Friedman 2015). During my time at University, I believed that securing good marks meant a good future. When I found out this wasnt the case, a lot of things made sense: my feelings of impostor syndrome during interviews, my lack of knowledge about my career options as a Humanities student, and how much it has cost me to be working-class.For my Playwriting assignment in 2019, I wrote Postcode Lottery to explore the lives of three working-class people, across three days, in the South West of England where I have grown up. I was inspired by debbie tucker green, Kate Tempest, and Forced Entertainment to use non-naturalistic techniques, presenting how parental responsibilities, lack of guidance and financial worries have impacted each characters ability to build a better quality of life. The following extract is after Nels return home from her job interview. This piece was developed from my own attempts to secure professional work, in which I have highlighted the importance of your parents knowledge and understanding of the corporate world.3 POST-INTERVIEWA bedsit, Cornwall. Onstage is a bed, armchair, small table. Mum, Asian, wears a dressing gown and hair towel, sat on the armchair. Keys jangling. Nel, Asian, enters through front door in smart clothes. Visibly frustrated, she throws herself face-down on the bed.Mum: Tell me how it went.Nel: (voice muffled) No.Mum: Okay.Pause.Mum: You dont have to worry. You were unlucky, thats all.Nel: Unlucky? I landed an interview in accounting. If thats not lucky, I dont know what is.Nel lies down.Nel: I dont want to talk about it. Its only a rejection. Everyone gets them.Mum nods.Mum: You are going to be alright. You are versatile, people like that.Pause.Mum: At least you got a free pen. It was worth the train journey.73'