Two weeks in I’m finding my feet and my way around campus (albeit with google maps). I’m mistaken for staff as often as I’m identified as a student – the joys of being ‘mature’. The fear of the unknown unknowns has become the fear of the known of unknowns – I must write assignments on this shizzle and I can still barely write an equation. Does anyone even know where those equation symbols hide in MS word?
THE BEST things I learned this week are that the AGLC is the ‘Ally Gee’ and I’m almost due a free hot drink from the cafe; it’s just over a mile of walking from St Peter’s Square tram stop to UP and doing the reading before lectures REALLY does help!! (let’s call this a random sample 😊).
Thursday has become my favourite day – it helps that it’s just before Friday – the one day a week I’m at uni. I AM A STUDENT!! I’ve never been a full-time student and I don’t think the joy of being on campus around so many folks who want to learn will ever fade. It has a special kind of buzz that makes studying in the evenings remotely, from home, feel like the dark side. (Luke, I am your mother!) Here’s me, almost 54, seeing the same things you do through your 18-year-old eyes and wondering if you’re feeling what I feel. Maybe when the fear of known unknowns has passed I’ll ask you.
Statistically speaking I am significant. Except I really don’t yet understand enough about statistics to claim that. Hence my journey back to school and a taught masters degree.
I graduated seven summers ago, having taken seven chronological years to achieve a first class honours in degree in Education Studies. I had an opportunity to carry on straight into a research masters but I wanted a break. A lot changed in those seven years.
Anyway this week finds me engaged in an induction course before beginning proper next week, part time of course, in Social Research Methods. First day yesterday was both the scariest and most joyous thing I’ve done in a very long time.
Not content with the challenge of level 7 study I got the bike out for the first time in over a year, did the full on student thing and cycled the almost 8 miles along the canal to uni. Of course I had to cycle back too. My bloody arse killed this morning.
I learned so much about what I don’t know and a little about what I do. The best moment: arriving back in class after lunch and a student commenting on how happy I looked. Today, perhaps to avoid thinking about the pain in my surprisingly bony arse, I thought about that as I cycled in. Although there are so many risks here, I am happy, very happy and very blessed to be doing it. If only it was full-time.