This June I should be attending and writing two Dreadeds. And applying for the DD (Dreaded Dissertation). I had started making inquiries about accommodation and cat care. And then I thought, but wait, WHY?
Well, I've started so I shall finish (at the cost of a stomach-churning amount of money).
Because it would be so cool to have a second Oxford degree.
Because I'd have MSt after my name.
Why not?
Because I find it so frustrating (maybe it's just hard and I am a coward? maybe I just only want to play when I am the best? big fat narcissist).
Because I don't like it (maybe I don't like it because it's hard and I'm not the best?)
Because I could spend the money on something else (and quit that too? I'm just a quitter).
It turns out, I have enough now for a PGCert and would get a Diploma if I do the two Dreadeds.
It also turns out that there are other things I would like to do... at Schumacher College or at Black Mountains College. But if, logistically, I could do them is another matter.
I had been thinking these thoughts in December and decided to stick with it, but then I got the reading lists for June and felt SO depressed.
I don't know. I just don't know.
I should, of course, ask the crow.
He says, snaffle up as much as you can - and go!
I'm not sure that helps.
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