....I signed up for TM129 - Technologies in Practice today.
I have had agreement locally from my office manager to pay for the remaining courses, but as I needed to be registered by 8th January, I didn't feel like I could safely wait much longer for higher approval. So I have signed up online and paid for it myself, in the hopes to recoup it in the New Year.
Whichever way things progress financially, I would be studying the course anyway - I've come too far to 'step off' the mad bus ride that is my degree now.
Feeling like the downtime isn't really 'normal' this year, but then nothing else has been normal for the last year or so anyway. Still not really got my crafting 'groove' on, although I have sudden flashes of inspiration, I never quite have the energy to follow them up with actions! Maybe after Christmas eh?
Strange to think that, by the end of this course, I will have enough points to graduate with the basic degree. And then only 2 more left.....Level 3 unknowns again......to get me the long awaited honours degree.
I occasionally have these moments....where I realise that it will all have been 'real' - somehow distance learning has some kind of a sense of unreality about it, except for those rare moments of interaction with other students on our chosen modules. Don't get me wrong, I know exactly how much work I have put into this convoluted path of mine over the years, but somehow the reality of the actual degree still seems quite hard to grasp!
Looking forward to the day when I can say 'I achieved that'. I am immensely proud of the journey, and I forget that sometimes in the reality of the daily 'doing' of life.
Thursday, 18 December 2014
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