| Its always been my ambition to study something completely unrelated to my usual line of work. I have acquired various certifications and accomplishments over time, but never felt able to knuckle down and really concentrate on full time study. There are many factors which cause me great concern, 1, commitment, 2, actually having to work at it, 3, risk of failure, 4, commitment, 5, commitment. Having been through college, I know that I'm not only easily distracted, but also like to find inventive ways to get other people to do work for me, or cheat. Got to be honest - that's what this blog is about! But my days of flirting with professors and lecturers are over, two kids and one on the way makes for a horrendously embaressing scene and smacks of desperation! Oh, and the husband might not appreciate it either! At the moment, not working and being a desperate housewife - I mean seriously, how many episodes of Dr Phil and Opera can I bloody watch before my brain dies on me?! I need something to sink my teeth into. Something that will allow me to live in my own time frame, work the brain over, make me less like a kept woman and also contribute to our new life in Canada. Its going to take a long while to get there, so I might as well do something useful while I wait, oh and while this baby cooks in me as well. Once I'm back into changing dirty nappies, night feeds and washing even more clothes, I will need something else to focus on. I intend to study extramurally. Not one of these bloody child psychology courses or gym management certificates with a company that advertises on daytime tv that charges a mint for a qualification that would only have some standing in somewhere like Kazakhstan, I mean a real university. Where students with piercings attend during the day and some adults with patronising smiles at the students, sit at the back of lecture rooms and try to be mates with the lecturers because they're in the same age range. I've been, I've seen of all this! My Mother in Law (who also goes by the name of Bealsabob in some religions) got it into her rather alcohol shrivelled mind that she would become an Anthropologist and change the world - kind of like Hitler's delusions of granjer. Only realising that she would actually have to live amongst the poverty stricken to observe as opposed to dictate from her room at the Hilton caused her to realise the error of her thinking, so she stopped getting Steve to write her papers and did floristry instead. Well, she took me to one of her lectures and it was kind of like an unfunny Desperate Housewives episode, with fat, shrivelled women, who's husbands were clearly happy to pay just to get them out of the house! It put me off the whole adult education thing to be honest. Now I have been feeling the urge to overcome my fears and try to focus on doing something constructive with my spare time. The whole course lark is very complicated! I had no idea there was so much invovled, credits, papers, semesters, crikey! Then there's paperwork and the fees! Blimey! There is a system here that helps with student loans, so that's the way we'll go to ease some of the financial pressure. When I spoke to Steve about my plans he couldn't reinforce enough that I would actually have to do some work, I couldn't expect them to hand out my degree without working at it first. He also suggested that if we did get the PR earlier than anticipated, I could look to transfer to a uni in Canada. Never thought of that as a possibility before. Could be good news! So this is my new venture, a new semester begins in July, so I have plenty of time to consider everything and make sure I make an informed decision. It would be nice to have something to work at and something that makes me feel a little less useless. Come on brain, you know you can do this! |