Nostalgia
It was a rather nice weekend, but it has left me feeling a little sad. I went down to Exeter for a friend’s birthday barbeque. It was a rather nice and low key affair, I met some nice people and got to know Pete’s in-laws better. I don’t know why, but Pete’s in-laws seem to have taken to me. Maybe because Pete is such a nice guy, they must think I am a decent person as well! Ah well, I am not complaining as they are nice and fun people to be around.
On the way back on Sunday morning, the Exeter uni campus was on the way, so I parked up and had a little wander around for 45 minutes. It has been six years since I was last there and the nostalgia hit me quite hard. Not a great deal has changed of course, but as I was walking around, I was being assailed by memories. They were all good memories and in some ways that makes things harder. It is a strange feeling to yearn for the past again. As I wandered about the campus remembering what a great and carefree time I had, I wanted to go back. I actually mused a bit about whether I would like to do a masters.
However, with the student loan debacle still fresh in my mind and having a mortgage to pay off, reality hit pretty quickly. Short of winning the lottery, I am in no position to take a year out to do a full time masters. By the time I left university, I was raring to get away from academic bullshit and get down to work and learning about the realities of life. That is why I turned down my tutor’s offer to do a masters, but crucially I said, “Not yet.” One day I may well get to accept that offer and armed with the knowledge and reality of real world events, I definitely think my output would be much better as a consequence. I will also be in a much better position to challenge those academics and tell them that their theories bear no relation to reality. I can take a nice big pin with me to burst their puffed up balloons of self importance!
A nice little thought, but in the meantime, work must grind and I will just have to keep my eyes open for opportunities.
On the way back on Sunday morning, the Exeter uni campus was on the way, so I parked up and had a little wander around for 45 minutes. It has been six years since I was last there and the nostalgia hit me quite hard. Not a great deal has changed of course, but as I was walking around, I was being assailed by memories. They were all good memories and in some ways that makes things harder. It is a strange feeling to yearn for the past again. As I wandered about the campus remembering what a great and carefree time I had, I wanted to go back. I actually mused a bit about whether I would like to do a masters.
However, with the student loan debacle still fresh in my mind and having a mortgage to pay off, reality hit pretty quickly. Short of winning the lottery, I am in no position to take a year out to do a full time masters. By the time I left university, I was raring to get away from academic bullshit and get down to work and learning about the realities of life. That is why I turned down my tutor’s offer to do a masters, but crucially I said, “Not yet.” One day I may well get to accept that offer and armed with the knowledge and reality of real world events, I definitely think my output would be much better as a consequence. I will also be in a much better position to challenge those academics and tell them that their theories bear no relation to reality. I can take a nice big pin with me to burst their puffed up balloons of self importance!
A nice little thought, but in the meantime, work must grind and I will just have to keep my eyes open for opportunities.