Trying Things Out Tells You The Truth
When I recently had the idea of become a student again, at the age of sixty, I received so much encouragement to take on the challenge of going on to studay at a much higher level than I’d done before. I thought about it and then I did, I enrolled, and headed off back to school!
My organisation skills meant I could do this. I’d checked out the map, and the timing required to get there in time. It was all going to be happening on Wednesdays, just one day a week in term time. Two Units of a Bachelor of Art degree, done at the campus some distance away, but not too far. Every Wednesday would be study day!
I’d been along to the campus for an open day, to check it all out, and was impressed for sure. The grounds were beautiful — a lovely old building at the front, more modern buildings behind. And there were many glorious old trees, Eucalytus trees, the kind Koalas eat, and yes, I was told by a few different people they’d often seen that iconic Australian creature living there, up in the trees!
This campus felt like a wonderful place to be. And then when it was class time, I was there, settling into a room with other students. I didn’t know anyone there, although I remembered seeing one of them at the open day, she seemed nice, so I sat at the same table she was at.
