…Why I may go back to uni

1. You live, you learn. It’s not just a catchy Alanis Morrisette refrain that’s less embarrassing than her misguided references to ‘irony’ and less yodelly than the things she thinks ‘you oughta know’.  After years away from the ivory tower, I’ve realised that living isn’t enough for me.  If I don’t go and learn something – preferably something with no real-world application – very soon, my brain is going to melt out my ears.

2. Student for life. I always had a sneaking suspicion I’d be one of those people who couldn’t stay away from studies for too long.  Sure, I’ve studied acting and singing and yoga (sort of) and writing since my academic days, but these don’t add up to a classy bit of paper you can mount on your wall in manner of a doctor, lawyer, or wanker.  I want validation, approval and assignments I can get distinctions in.  Yeah, you heard me…  What’s that, 3000 word essay?  Can I defer?

3. Self-awareness. With my dress-sense, level of maturity, and deep attachment to my backpack, I already look like I never left.  I may have been asked once or twice in recent years (or days) if I was a student.  And, hell, we all know how fulfilling it is to meet the expectations of others at your own expense.