I would be telling fibs if I said that this was my first crack at study since I left university in 2001 as a rather silly 18 year old. I actually trained to be a veterinary nurse in 2009/2010. I passed but it didn’t end up going so well.
There I am as a veterinary nursing student at CPIT. Totally out of my depth and studying something that I came up with as a New Year resolution. I now do not recommend that you change your entire life on the basis of not wanting to fail at your spur of the moment 12:01am decision (I’ve decided from now on the keep my resolutions about the usual weight loss, health kick nonsense). You should have a more solid reason to do something radical. End of story.
This post could be a bit disjointed. I am writing it on the fly so bear with.
Why did I leave university in the first place back when I was a rather silly 18 year old? Go get yourself a coffee and come back… Settled? Excellent.
Study law, they said. You’d be good at it, they said. You could argue that black was a bit green with a few pink spots here and there, they said.
That was 2000. I started an LLB in 2001. I hated it, it was shit. Ok so maybe shit was a bit harsh but let’s say that I didn’t enjoy it. Straight out of high school the law texts books are as beige as their covers and the law library frightening and I’ve never been afraid of a library in my life.
The lectures weren’t too bad. We started off with a bottle of ginger beer containing a snail and some lady drinking the ginger beer and discovering the snail. Should she have the right for a legal hissy fit? Was the company at fault? Well I think that it was abundantly clear to most that the snail should not have been in a sealed, factory processed bottle of ginger beer. Sometime after that I lost interest and started hating not just the degree but the whole university.
The arts students looked so happy getting their BA’s. The engineering students would have looked happy if it hadn’t been for their obvious hangovers. I was sat outside the law school looking terribly unhappy and out of place. Once the autumn was in full swing towards the end of the first semester I was done!
Actually when I really think about it now (of course the benefit of hindsight is great) I was just ill prepared. If I had come from a family with at least one person attending university then I might have known what to do about my unhappiness. I could have changed my degree and studied something I really liked. If I had more self-confidence and less issues I would have asked a member of the huge support network that Canterbury University has to offer.
Instead I left and got absorbed into the big wide world that is nothing like the exciting place you imagine it will be at 18. It’s a harsh old cow this world sometimes. It gave me quite a few kicks in the guts but on the plus side I did find some pretty fantastic little diamonds in the rough, 3.5 of them 😉
So on that note, that is why I am packing up my pens and trundling the 90km round trip to Canterbury University full-time at the age of almost 32. Yep, because I got wayward on my journey and I’ve only just rediscovered the original path.
This hasn’t been an easy decision to reach. For a start I decided around Christmas time 2014 that I wanted to study in the 2015 intake (it definitely was not a New Year resolution incase you’re wondering!) I had done the same thing the year previous but was talked out of it by my husband and probably rightfully so, the little Mr wasn’t even a Mr One yet.
So I decided I would study, right, BOOM got that idea locked down. The husband was on board, Mr Six and his Crohn’s disease seemed under control, Mr One was loving preschool, life and raisins, Miss 11 was being 11 and loving One Direction just as much as when she was Miss 10 and Miss almost 12 (the .5 in the equation) was seeming fairly settled in her step child- coming to our house every second weekend- routine.
I got in touch with enrolments and fast tracked my everything over the phone (ha! in all reality it was because there was an IT issue and I a bit of a user issue :-/. I was however complimented on my excellent balance in the papers I had chosen, I felt chuffed as all hell about that.
I sorted out my student loan application through the notoriously difficult StudyLink and thought that the study world was my oyster. Everything was going perfectly. I resigned my job at the cute little cafe aaaaannnnnd then some little &*)# stole our car.
Ugh. Now if you’re sitting there thinking, “well didn’t you have insurance?” then let me tell you that is what I always thought too. Until some &*)# stole my car and ALL my stuff inside it because when you’re a parent you stow everything in your bloody car. It had everything from the last power bill I pulled out of the letterbox as I drove past it to the kids car seats. It had old empty water bottles x6 or 7, milkybar wrappers and a half eaten loaf of delicious pesto bread in it! It also contained my identification.
identification is not something that you want to lose when you’re enrolling in study. In fact I had actually just taken the same identification to the University of Canterbury only to stand and laugh with the lady in enrolments because since I was born on 25 February 1983 I got married and changed my bloody last name! I had forgotten my marriage certificate. Fail.
Suddenly I was without the means to properly enrol. I was without the means to get into Christchurch from Amberley, I was about to be without the funds to make a decent crack at the start of the varsity year. I probably don’t need to explain that Mr 1 learnt some awesome new words that night, “F&$%ing car!”
It was in all seriousness one of those times when in the movies you would fall to your knees and scream, “why?” at the sky. It just seemed like I was never destined to set foot on that campus ever again.
In the morning light I reflected on how the unfortunate event might just be a test to see if, as a family, we really had the strength to handle me returning to study. My gorgeous husband stood firm and in a sentence he cleared away my fog of doubt. “Don’t you dare say this is a reason for you to not go.” Sorted.
So that is how I got from there to here. I would love to hear the stories you have behind your decision to study again or the reasons behind wanting to do your next big thing, which could be study or that dream job. You never know, when you put an idea out there for the world to hear it might just change something for you.