Educayshun

For some reason that I don't really understand I've been spending the past few months reading the likes of Gramsci and Foucault, and trying to get my head around 'third wave' feminism. I've also managed to dip into deaf studies and am finding all this search for knowledge hard to stop. This is all a bit strange as when I was an undergraduate I found it difficult to concentrate, or even to sit down and read books. To be honest I felt that my course had managed to destroy any interest I'd had in the subject. This led me to decide that I was better at doing more practical things and so I started a career in journalism which I enjoyed and I never even thought of going back to education. Anyway, all my latest cerebral activity has led me to consider doing an MA. This looks fantastic, but I don't see my current employer letting me have any time off to do it and I really couldn't afford to work part-time. So I'm currently ploughing through online prospectuses to try and see if anything else takes my fancy.

At Last!

I finally did it. After waiting half an hour at the bus-stop outside the college, feeling sick with nerves. I managed to go in there and get one of the last places. I really don't know why I ended up in such a state because of it, but how fantastic I feel now! So now all I have to worry about is: if I fail last week's exam will I be thrown off the course...

Chicken

On from my last post - I went along to enrol for the next year of the course. (I wouldn't care, what a journey it was: closed tube stations, the good old Hammersmith and Shitty line running with 'severe' delays - ie. a train turns up about once every half an hour, and then the buses were being diverted due to the fire on BG Road. Got to college, and was shown to a queue outside an interview room. So I sat there for ages, waiting whilst everyone else went in before me - even people who'd turned up later than me. Whenever I tried to get up the tutor would stop me by putting her hand up. I didn't know how to take this so in the end I walked out and went to Tesco's instead. Unfortunately since then I've decided I really do want to do year 2 so it's back to try and enrol again tonight...

Damn Vases

I'm still recovering from my recent sign language exam. I thought I'd do OK - felt I had a good grasp of vocab and understood placement, directional verbs, etc. But on the day... part of the exam consists of a role-play where you have to converse with the examiner. Mine was to pretend we were in a shop and to make suggestions about what the other should buy. Well, it started well until the examiner said that she was thinking about buying a vase. At this point I was supposed to suggest something similar that she should buy instead, but I just careered along signing BIG BLUE VASES SECOND FLOOR! despite her protestations that she already had too many of them. NO - SECOND FLOOR. VASES! was all I could say. I await the result of my exam with trepidation...