Posted on 24/05/16 in Blog
Six and a half years ago, a course caught my eye. It was called Start Writing Fiction, was run by the Open University and I could pay for it with Tesco vouchers. So I signed up. Little did I know where that would lead me.
Once I’d finished that one I’d caught the bug and I decided to begin on another course which might, maybe, lead to another one. Back then, the six years that it would take to get to the end of a degree course seemed like such a long time. People stretched their eyes and shook their heads when I told them but the way I saw it, in six years my youngest would still only be 12 and my life was not going to change in that time. As it turned out of course things did change but my studying just adapted with them.
And so here I am in 2016 about to press send on the final assignment of the final module of my BA (Hons) in English Literature and so I’ve decided to mark the occasion with a blog post.
Overall, I can truthfully say that I have enjoyed my study although it hasn’t been without its more desperate moments. I very nearly gave up…twice. I have laughed and cried over my course material and there are bits of it that I never really got a handle on. I have read (and complained about) literature that I would never normally have considered and loved a lot of it, despite early reservations.
I’m very grateful to my family who have supported me throughout and encouraged me by shining forth beacons when the path got very dark. I know that I did the whole student thing in the 80s and that this time it was just for fun but somehow that made it more challenging and I certainly think that I have lost more sleep over this degree than the last.
Of course, me being me, I already have plans to fill the 18 hours a week that I’ve been studying ( well, that’s what it says you should spend on it!) with something else. And so as the door closes for the last time on my under graduate career, another opens wide and welcomes me in.
So bye bye OU. It’s been a blast!