I am about to start juggling being a mother of three children plus one step child and studying full time to be a social worker. I suppose on the one hand I consider myself very lucky that my husband is naive and has no idea what he’s in for, therefore is backing me 100% but on the other hand I am absolutely terrified about how we will make the next four years work.
Four years! Back in 2001 when I first started at the University of Canterbury to study a law degree I could not fathom the 22 year old I would be when I finished my degree. Now at (a few days shy) of 32 I am almost certain about the 36 year old I will be when I am done. That’s because I feel quite content with my character now. My financial status fluctuates, as does my weight, I can never decide whether I am blonde or brunette but for all intents and purposes I have been the same person on the inside for a long time now. That’s a good thing! A good, good thing.
So tomorrow I start! I think I’ve got the hang of the web pages and online tools, I have myself an I.D card and a handsome 20 something student called me ma’am at orientation day… I am officially a student… again.