Category: Uni

University life as a mature aged student.

10 minutes to spare

It’s been a little quiet around here – the big assignment for this semester was due at midnight tonight. I got it in at 11.50pm.

I don’t see an HD on the horizon for this bit of writing!

Perceptions of infidelity in committed relationships correlated with Cognitive Experiential Self Theory.

Phew!

Consequences

We’re all about natural consequences in this house. Don’t put your dirty clothes in a dirty clothes basket? Eventually you will run out of clean underwear. Don’t pack away your toys? Mama will pack them away and she might hide them or put them in the bin.

So I can’t blame anyone but myself for this weekend.

The natural consequence for having done bugger all uni work for half a semester, is that I have until midnight tomorrow night to do two online tests. One for each subject. Worth 10%, and 12% of my total mark.

Between my gorgeous girlfriends, my fabulous in-laws, my amazing parents, and my wonderful husband, I am getting there. One down, the bulk of the work done for the other (with some major revision tomorrow), and I’ll have it done and dusted by tomorrow afternoon.

Thanks also go to my wonderful kid, who had to get used to being away from mama a lot last year, and he bears it well. And I get the most wonderful cuddles when he comes back to me 🙂

Here is a little video I took of him and Mark “reading” a book last week. I thought I was filming earlier, but I missed all the good bits, him sounding out words, and the absolutely priceless expression on his little face when he works it out. He is loving reading to himself a lot now, so I hope I may get a better video soon.

Mark to the rescue

I wonder what sort of uniform the nerd superhero wears?

There is still a few glitches (can’t leave blog comments), but I have my calendar back, and I have all my blog feeds! Normality is resuming, and I adore my husband. Not just for his good looks!

And tonight is results night. Pizza and red wine are on the menu, my friend Dionne is coming from Newcastle with her kids, and we are going to cover the kitchen in flour and dough while we wait for those crucial text messages. Dionne was in my environmental peace unit, so we are supporting each other.

And tomorrow I am teaching small children to knit. Give me strength!

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And here is a picture of a small boy playing an orange ukelele.

Environmental Peace essay result

51/60

So that is 85%, which means, that with my mark for online participation, I should score an HD overall for the unit. I still have to wait until the 14th for official confirmation, but I am pretty confident.

Such a relief. I realized yesterday that I am using uni like a replacement for mothering my boys. My insane need to do well is a transference for the energy I was supposed to be putting into mothering my three boys. Doing well at uni is feeding my need for competence. As if my failure to bring my babies home was a failure that I should have avoided, that I should have had more control over.

I know it is unhinged, so thanks for humouring me while I blather on about results.

Nothing doing

Enjoying uni holidays, spending some fun time with my favourite guys, and trying really, really hard to stop stressing about uni results.

And failing.

I’m turning myself inside out with checking my email 15 Brazilian times a day. My peace studies lecturer posted today that essay results would be available “very soon”, but I fear he is just messing with my head.

Concentrating a bit more on Inigo, and how he is coping is reaping rewards, with less meltdowns and more cuddles and giggles. The last 12 months has been really very difficult for my beautiful guy. As I begin to cope better with day to day life, I am giving more and more to him. I hate that as well as losing his brothers, he also lost his mama for so long. Yesterday, he mentioned my friend that is no longer in our lives (by her choice). She made Inigo a wall hanging for Inigo’s first birthday, and he has lost some pieces off it. Yesterday he asked me if she didn’t want to see us because she was angry at him.

Breaks my heart.