Back to School

Wow!    Back in college after seven weeks away - and at 66 and a half today too. I’m happy to say that all is now familiar here now and I have some idea of what’s ahead for the next three months or so.    This is in contrast to the first semester where, for the first two months I floated about the place, enjoying every minute though not realising that I should be relying on more than just my memory for assignments that seemed to sneak up on me. If it wasn’t for the fact that I make up half of the cohort on the course - and that our course director, Carl Corcoran, is such a fine and supportive gentleman - I might well have baled out in mid-November.    I just felt that I wasn’t cut out to be an academic.    After a very dark weekend, I rearranged my thinking and decided that I could only do my best and that regardless of whether or not I end up with a certificate at the end of the year, there was a lot to be gained. Last week, when I told my director about my apprehension ab