Figured due to all the stresses and heartaches University has caused me so far I’d put it all down in a good old fashioned post. Mayhem is about to be cast upon me, however, for once I fear not reasons why I shall explain later. To continue…
I shall not digress. University damn near broke me first time around, I’m unashamed to say it. I dropped out, sank into a years decline. Managing on a part-time job 3 shifts a week. Plodding on with other ventures. Never really getting anywhere, sadly part of the reason I dropped out was poor grades obtained only through lack of trying, lack of an interest in my subject of study and too persuaded by friends, drinks and a lifestyle that I couldn’t keep up. Something had to give way and eventually University did.
This poor performance would only send any dream I had into a never-ending oblivion at the time the dream of becoming an Architect was distant, faded to grey as if it was to be a story I would tell my grand children that I could have been one of those incredibly imaginative people who draw buildings for a living.
Amazingly though, after a year of hourly-paid work, slaving away, working with what can only be described as professionally trained monkeys – not everyone I’d like to highlight! I took the decision to return to education. Return to University of Wolverhampton and I had one thing in mind to succeed.
Determined, and relentless in some aspects of my work to do well I set about changing my ways. Cutting back on the lifestyle that left me so exhausted and uninterested in my career, I made-sure I completed work on time, gave deadlines enough time to work around them and my full concentration. My focus waived shortly during the Christmas period due to a number of unfortunate personal reasons. Only to come back stronger, realizing this was perhaps my last chance.
Fast forward almost a year later. My life is stable, university is my priority, my personal health and happiness are more important to me that I think they have ever been. Sadly – for my employer – my part-time job is nothing more than that, a job. Which has treated me well, but it continues to get in the way, unreasonable demands, late shifts, no real sense of appreciation.
Uni work is started much sooner in advance, I have only missed a hand-full of lectures through illness.
Amazing how I look back and think I could be graduated now, but the more and more I think about it, the more I don’t think I was in the right mindset back then. I look at the opportunity offered to me now and I’m glad life has turned out this way so far.
Deadline season is here, 4 modules 6 assignments 3 weeks. I can honestly say that each assignment has been started and I have been thinking about each one pro-actively. Who would have thought ay?!