Travails of the potential mature student (oh so mature)
It has crossed my mind of late that the pursuit of further study would be most appealing. God knows what I would study - English literature, psychology, education, journalism - or where, even, but once I'm learning and bettering myself as a person, that's all that matters, right? Mm. Well, such a thought couldn't enter my mind without the coupled concept of the 'student lifestyle' , a way of life my parents bemoan when my brother and sister return from college on the weekends leaving a collection of used laundry and dirty ware in their wake. It is real, and it is scary. Where o where o where are my lecture notes? I honestly do not know if I could do the whole college-house thing. The idea of filthy cups and plates piling up in the sink, cans and bottles littering the gaff after a night out, damp towels covering every square inch of the floor of the shared bathroom... The mind boggles. My self-diagnosed OCD wouldn't cope, whereas the bubble of ignorance ...