I am getting closer and closer to the end of my B.A course with the O.U. I have 3 more essays to write and then that's it ... job done. At the moment its a struggle. Not because of the course itself, but because of other factors. Work is very stressful at the moment and I seem to have lots of things on my mind.
For the first time this year studying EA300 Children's Literature I have had to ask for an extension. I just couldn't face writing it this week as I have been just too on edge. Luckily my tutor is fantastic and very understanding so I have an extra few days.
I am so looking forward to having nothing on my plate other than running my house and allotment. My thoughts of training to be a teacher are disappearing fast as I head towards the age of 50. Do I really want to be working full time, under masses of stress? I am in the fortunate position where I don't have to work full time. I think I would rather spend my afternoons digging my vegetables, going for runs, meeting friends.
I think I would be a good teacher, but I'm not sure I want to be one. Part of me thinks that maybe its my pride that is suggesting being a teacher. The pride in being able to say "Oh yes ... I'm a teacher" instead of doing a job where people look down on you, consider you just a gluer and sticker.
Its crazy isn't it? I am a bright girl, heading at last towards a B.A with Honours, either a 2:1 or possibly a 1st and yet I will probably do nothing with it. Part of me wonders why I threw away my degree all those years ago. Part of me is so proud that I am finally finishing it after a gap of 25 years.
Not long now and I will have my graduation ceremony, get my certificate and then lie by a pool in Turkey with a beer, a smile and no essays in sight!
For the first time this year studying EA300 Children's Literature I have had to ask for an extension. I just couldn't face writing it this week as I have been just too on edge. Luckily my tutor is fantastic and very understanding so I have an extra few days.
I am so looking forward to having nothing on my plate other than running my house and allotment. My thoughts of training to be a teacher are disappearing fast as I head towards the age of 50. Do I really want to be working full time, under masses of stress? I am in the fortunate position where I don't have to work full time. I think I would rather spend my afternoons digging my vegetables, going for runs, meeting friends.
I think I would be a good teacher, but I'm not sure I want to be one. Part of me thinks that maybe its my pride that is suggesting being a teacher. The pride in being able to say "Oh yes ... I'm a teacher" instead of doing a job where people look down on you, consider you just a gluer and sticker.
Its crazy isn't it? I am a bright girl, heading at last towards a B.A with Honours, either a 2:1 or possibly a 1st and yet I will probably do nothing with it. Part of me wonders why I threw away my degree all those years ago. Part of me is so proud that I am finally finishing it after a gap of 25 years.
Not long now and I will have my graduation ceremony, get my certificate and then lie by a pool in Turkey with a beer, a smile and no essays in sight!
4 comments:
You have worked so hard for this. I am very proud of you. Even if you don't use the degree to teach, you have it, if for nothing else to shows your sons, they can do it, too.
Just keep on - you can't give up at this late stage. And don't worry what people say about what you should or shouldn't do with the qualification. What you do or don't do with it is up to you.
Way to go! You inspire me to get back in the classroom as a student someday when I'm not trying to potty train a three year old and get him to let me brush his teeth. =)
And the Turkey thing? I want to go with you! I'm selling this mammoth stroller traveling case tomorrow to a lady who told me she needs it for her daughter who is flying to England. I'm half tempted to tell her she can have it for free if I can hitch a ride inside just to come see you. ;)
Here's to getting that 3rd essay done and dusted!
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