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It’s been pretty
quiet on this side of the blog front as I juggle student life with being the
toilet fairy. This week we have been on vacation, NOT holiday, I must stress.
At post-graduate orientation one of the professors informed
us that it was called a vacation, because
you vacated the university campus to
go and work at home!
So indeed, here I
am having a break, working on a short story, writing a 2500-word book review and sourcing images for another course.
Walking has kept
me sane. I am out there at 7 in the morning doing eight kilometres three times a
week, putting one foot in front of the other. It clears my head as I move
through the neighbourhood and I often come back having mentally worked out an
issue.
So many people
are asking my daughter what it is like to have me on campus. For the record let
me say that we hardly see each other and only share one lift. I promised that I wouldn't be hanging around on the Jammie steps with her. Anyway she is way too
cool to worry about whether I am cramping her style or not.
Now if it was my
son, it may be a different story. Although last week he took one look at me
parked in front of the TV with a packet of chips and a mug of tea (comfort after
a 3-hour workshop) and said, “You’re turning into me!”
I have survived
the first term and am enjoying the breather. I have gotten over both the shock
of the youth and the technology (well, sort of) and think that pretty soon I will
be able to hold my own. Every day I come home in awe of how much I am learning.
I feel so blessed to have this opportunity to be back at university. I even
found myself wondering what I could study next, once this was under the belt...Okay, it was very briefly...
