Well, the deluge abated, the seas parted and I was able to watch Garden State in relative comfort. It got a little cold towards the end of the film, but these are the trials of outdoor cinema.
I haven’t been able to post much this week because my Internet connection is on the fritz, and for some strange reason blogger only accepts small posts from my work connection.
I received my enrolment package in the mail last night, which caused a sudden wave of realization to wash over me. This shit is really happening. In 38 days I’ll no longer be a corporate whore, my time in the future being occupied with a study of the law and history.
I’m feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation about the whole thing; on the one hand I’m going to be opening my mind up to a world of new ideas and possibilities; on the other hand I’m leaving a place where I’ve worked for the last six years. This is all I’ve really known in my adult life. In a sense, just like an ex-convict, I’m institutionalized.
I’m also beset by the gnawing doubt that I don’t possess the intellectual acumen to succeed at university. What if I fail? What if I’m exposed? What if…? I guess sooner or later you have to step in amongst all those what-ifs and find out if you have the minerals.
8 comments:
Ha, I think the exact same thoughts about me and my schooling. You'll do excellent I'm sure :P
You do.
Sweetie, you'll do great! jUst take it day to day, that's what I do...
hugs,
circe
You are a wonderful writer, an excellent and original thinker. You will be brilliant.
Thanks for the vote of confidence guys. I guess it's better to try and possibly fail than to die wondering.
If all those 18 year olds can manage to do the school thing, you will have no problem. Life experience goes a long way in the class room.
Going to college after some years in the real world is much easier than going to college at age 18. You know how to do a day's work, how to prioritize your time, and you have a better grasp of what's important and what isn't. And you appreciate the opportunity a lot more.
Also, I found that when I went back in my mid 30s, two of my major distractions were no longer a problem: I was married by then, and beer made me sleepy.
My problem is that I'm married to beer and girls make me sleepy.
Just kidding.
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