Mark Bittman in the New York Times. An interesting read.
Or just shock. The pretend kind. Inigo loves to act surprised. At length.
Recorded a couple of weeks ago when we first used our “outdoor lifestyle“.
I don’t believe in a higher power. I don’t believe in fate. I want to believe in karma, but I don’t. But sometimes, things fit together so perfectly, that you have to wonder if there is some crazy connection. Serendipity squared.
On Sunday night, I applied to study Psychology at uni. On Monday, I saw an offer on Freecycle of Psychology textbooks in Merrylands. I responded straight away, and the reply came back straight away with an address. Which was less than 500m from my front door.
I went to pick up the textbooks on Thursday afternoon. I met Ruth, who is a retired psychologist, and academic. She was lovely, and offered to help me with my homework! At this point I began to feel that this was really happening. I was going to go to uni – how could I not with such a positive “sign”.
And then I got home and checked my email. There was an email from UNE, and I logged in to my account to find out that I had been offered a place in the Social Work degree – and missed out on my first choice. Yes, a smart person would have thought a bit more about preferences, but hey, it was all very last minute.
But when I missed out, it just didn’t feel right. One of those “this isn’t the way this is supposed to happen” moments. Like when I went into labour with Archimedes. Not RIGHT. Not OK.
I couldn’t do anything to change the outcome for my beautiful Archie, but I could do something about this, so I did.
And in other news…
This is what happens when a small boy with good suction comes across a small Yakult bottle. Photographed in Hyde Park after Miriam’s birthday lunch.
When I was a kid, my maternal grandparents would collect spare change throughout the year in a big glass jar. Mostly copper coins, at the end of the year we would carry the jar on the train to Martin Place, where my grandmother would take us to the beautiful Commonwealth Bank Building. We’d meet Dad, who worked there, and he would put the money through the big counting machine and add it all up. It was then divided by two, Adam and I would each get half to buy ourselves a christmas present.
Then we’d have lunch (usually at the Woolies cateteria, or fish and chips that we would eat in the park). And then Nanna would take us to St Mary’s Cathedral, where we would light a candle. Nanna would pray, for Michael, for her mother, I never knew, but I knew it was a special place, and meaningful to her.
So after we had Miriam’s birthday lunch (at Bodhi, where Mark & I had our wedding reception almost 7 years ago), I took Inigo to the cathedral, where we lit a candle for Nanna, and one each for Archie and Aubrey.
One. Never apply for university on the evening that applications close. You are bound to make a rookie mistake, like applying for a course you have no hope of getting into, and neglecting to make sensible choices about your second and third preferences.
I put “Bachelor of Psychology with Honours” as my first preference. Which I had no hope of getting into without an ATAR of about 90 (or equivalent in work experience, or study, etc).
Then I put Social work as my second choice. I got into social work.
Two. When you make a mistake, or don’t get what you want, ALWAYS ASK FOR FORGIVENESS. Or help, or a favour, or whatever. But always ask. Because if you don’t ask, you won’t get. And if you do ask, you might just get…
…offered a place in a Bachelor of Psychological Sciences!!!!
And if I can maintain good results, I might get to do the honours year down the track, and still become a psychologist.
So now I am choosing subjects, and trying to navigate my way around the uni web services, with a view to starting on Valentines day.
Just in case you’re interested, if I get in, I will be starting Uni Semester 1, 2011. That is in about 3 weeks. So I am hoping to hear back soon.
And UNE is the University of New England in Armidale. I will need to go to residential schools in Armidale about once per subject per semster. I’ll be studying part time, which means 2 subjects per semester.
…Season 4, Episode 2 of Chuck has Isiah Mustafa in it! You know, Old Spice guy!
Apparently, I just applied for university.
On Friday, I found out that UNE applications close tonight at midnight, so today, Inigo skipped his nap, and went to bed at 5.30 so mama could scan documents and talk herself up.
Number one on my list is a Bachelor of Psychology with Honours. This is either proof that I am completely unhinged, or a great way to distract myself from the inescapable pain of everyday life.
And here is a picture of a small boy in a home made tutu.
Inigo: Were you scared when you were in hospital mama?
Me: A little.
Inigo: You are a very brave girl mama.
Me: Were you scared Inigo?
Inigo: No, I was looking after you.
Funny how the kid doesn’t talk about the babies, or the hospital, or the doctors, or whatever for ages, then out of the blue, Bam! Clearly he is still processing…