Rae last week put in to voice something I had been thinking for a couple of years and today I took action.
I’m applying to go back to uni.
After my less than stellar attempt at an Arts degrees in the late ’80s it’s high time I got a bit of paper. It’s always been a concern that having that paper will help me support my family much more than not having it, and while I have worked hard, have a good job, run my own mini-business and feel I can hold my own in most conversations it’s always gnawed away at me that I am missing letters after my name.
I know I squandered my first opportunity almost 17 odd years ago but I now also know I never should have gone straight in to study. The thought never crossed my mind to take time off, to find out what it was that I wanted to do with my life. It was always assumed, and I was as guilty as anyone else in assuming this, that Tony would go on to uni, study and get a job.
So I’ve taken a deep breath, faxed off for an academic transcript that, with the passing of time, should make for a more amusing than shameful read and when it arrives I shall bundle them all off to the administration gods who will hopefully find a place in the Bachelor of Information Technology for me.