I’m quite excited right now. Lately I have been contemplating a career switch from accounting to midwifery. I know, polar opposites, but that’s me.
Remember this entry about saving and making life decisions? I think I’ve just added another whole level to it, Inception styles. Studying in England.
I complained this morning of being frustrated and currently stuck as I really want to travel but am saving. I can’t switch my career because that would kill my savings. Then a bright bunny suggested I study overseas. Of course I went back to her with a list of excuses. But really, after researching I found the course is only three years in England, here it’s four – so as she said, I’ve already saved a year on tuition and living expenses. Also, I have my British passport – I wont be an international student!!
So this morning I have emailed Nottingham, Oxford, Leeds, Bristol and Brighton Universities, all offering a BSc(Hons) in Midwifery. I have my fingers crossed for Oxford, imagine saying you have a degree from Oxford?! Awesome. Their courses for 2012 all start in September, so that gives me time to save, enjoy a bit of travel and then start the course next September.
Those were my top four picks for universities, if anyone has any information on those five, or additional universities in England, or even Scotland and Wales – please let me know! The more information the better!
I could be a midwife before my 31st birthday!
Feck! What a four years that was…
I’m not talking about some insane relationship I’ve been keeping from you or some cult I finally managed to escape. I’m talking about the last four years of my slaving and late night cramming all the name of getting a degree. University. She’s over and it’s still kind of surreal.
It felt like forever ago that I started and to be honest, back then I never thought I’d finish. I was a late University-bloomer. I had two years off after school and worked. So as my high school friends were all finishing their degrees I was only mid-way. But I’m thrilled with myself that I stuck at it. There were moments it got painfully frustrating at it seemed easy to quit, there were moments I had to re-sit papers (most FRUSTRATING thing in the goddamn world!!), but I’ve made it.
Like I say, it’s surreal. But I’m beyond excited! I’m ready for the next chapter of my life to begin and absolutely thrilled to know that I don’t have to write 1,500-2,000 word essay this weekend, or next weekend, or the next. Fantastic!
On a totally different tangent… last night I went to have dinner at Navy man’s parents! My god, I know. We’re not “official” but I’ve met his parents and his Nan, all lovely people, so relaxed. It was awesome. Things seem to be moving fast, after 6 weeks, but then the whole official thing isn’t. Yeah confusing. But I’m just going with the flow…
*Subject to the harshness of my lecturers marking, but I’m fairly confident.
So I was already to post about how fantastic I have been this morning, my 30 minute walk, my lunges, stomach crunches and a big glass of freshly squeezed juice for breakfast… until I received a phone call from my Dad that changed my outlook on today.
My Gran, at 81, died last night. She was in hospital, she hadn’t been well for awhile. It really knocks you though. My sisters and I burst into tears and hugged each other for a while, so lucky to have each other! I am so pleased we had all gone to visit her a couple of months ago. I do regret not seeing her as recently, but after a phone call to my Mum she explained that all we did was make her feel loved and happy. This is the perspective I guess we should focus on. It’s hard. But I think she’s happier. She wasn’t eating. She was down to 45kgs, bedridden and could barely even sit up.
The funeral is Friday, I’m not looking forward to it. But the closure and the memories are what count.
I have been tempted in recent days to buy my own domain again, but my struggle has always been what to use as a domain name. But an idea has come to mind recently and I’m thinking that it could be a hit. Stay tuned.
Yesterday I did something quite drastic, well quite drastic for me. Loser I know… I deleted my twitter account. Shock. Horror.
It was consuming me. I felt the need to update people on my life all the time! Did they care? No! Haha. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely loved it most of the time. I will be sad to leave a few amazing people who really grew on me! But really, the internet is not that huge anymore. I will keep in contact with most that I “be-friended” through email, facebook and of course this blog.
I just felt it was time, leave on a high right?
I have seven weeks of my university life left. I felt it was time I put 110% into that, academically and socially.
After I had done it, I told my best friend, she instantly said: “What Bron?! You didn’t even consult me on this!” Haha. She’s right, normally I would consult her on it… but obviously my inner-self just knew.
I’m totally flattered that I’ve already had comments in person, emails, texts and blog comments saying I will be missed! Apparently I had grown myself a “mini-celeb” status. I’m not dead guys, I’m still here, just the same as before, just zero-tweets. Who knew people you didn’t know in person could actually affect you?!
So to my twitter-buds still reading; don’t be a stranger – say hi x
To my boss:
“Now, please remember that you hired me for my fantastic accounting, administration and customer service skills, and not the crazy shit that I seem to get myself into…. there’s a photography crew turning up at 2pm…”
He just rolled his eyes at me and asked:
“Oh God, Bron! What have you done now?”
Ah yes, I’ve done it again. I’m nuts I know. I agreed to an interview and a photograph to be published in the Sunday Herald regarding myself and… wait for it…
Yes. Sometime this year I must have grown a huge pair. Because lately I have felt confident and not afraid to try new things and enter into these strange situations that the old me would normally run and hide from. I’m hoping this new me knows what she’s doing and it all doesn’t end in tears and new-big-balls-Bron hiding in her bedroom crying for days on end.