That's it. I'm a student again, twenty five years after my last attempt. That number of years does nothing for my anti-ageing regime, I can tell you. The fact that two of my fellow students have literally just left school and are younger than my youngest niece makes my head spin and my wrinkles deepen.
I'm having a great time though. Three days in and I can't wait for the next three years.
I must explain that this adventure is taking part in Swindon. Who knew you could have so much fun...in Swindon! For those of you who don't know and may be interested, I've started a BA in Fine Art with Drawing Practice. In some complicated college funding palaver, it's an Oxford Brookes degree but it's taught just up the road. Apparently, this is one of the few art degrees that offers such a detailed analysis and pathway through drawing and its significance to all fine art practice. Phew! I know, sounds mightly grand to me too.
I did an Access to Art & Design course a couple of years ago after I'd finished a contract and was looking for something to do. Little did I know that I would finally find something I wanted to do, really wanted to do.
I've been wanting to get a degree for years, just to prove I can, just to get that piece of paper and, especially, to wipe out that little pebble of irritation I've had with myself ever since I flunked out the first time. I've spent years doing adult education courses, diplomas, every single work-based training course I could get my hands on. I love to learn. I love new things and there's nothing I like better than sitting about reading and thinking and pondering (except knitting).
The main aim for colleges running Access courses is to convert those students to BA students. I signed up. I was hooked. Life decided to get in the way - big time - and I put that plan on the back burner, thinking that was it, I'd have to wait until the kids had done their stuff.
The thing is, it's now or never. I've realised that I don't really need a degree, I've worked happily and successfully without one - I just want one.
Meanwhile, as I'm swanning about in a fedora and smock, the garden is going mad. Everywhere I look there are either vegetables to be eaten or hedges to be cut back or drooping plants, waiting to be chopped. There's laundry to be done and dust to be removed. It took G&J four hours to de-dust J's bedroom yesterday. Looks lovely (especially as I didn't have to do it!). It would appear that real-life must be managed throughout this process. I'm looking forward to seeing how that works out.
Well...I'm off to look at my sketchbook. Happy Sunday!