In about eight weeks, or so, school starts for me. Technically since it is a correspondence course I can kick it off when ever the study materials materialize materialise (no, I just couldn’t do it). I am starting to panic that I will be biting off more than I can chew, and I am trying to remember the work loads of the arts students that I used to scoff at in Manchester. The science departments pretty much had a full time week of lectures, practicals and reading. Of course if I did more of the reading then I might not have found myself in a perpetual daze, wondering when things would start to make sense and get slightly more interesting (who’d have thought that the study of volcanos could be so tedious). Whereas my chums in the arts block appeared to only have 7 or so hours of lectures per week, plus a hefty dose of reading and essay writing. Naive me used to think that reading novels, plays or poetry was a soft option to staring down a microscope trying to figure out what type of feldspar I was looking at (x polarisation and twinning drift into my consciousness.
I really don’t know what to expect. In theory I have over twenty hours of potential study time (comprised of 5 lunch hours, 4 two hour week day sessions, and at least ten hrs spread over the weekend), but that does not take into consideration procrastinating and navel gazing. But, this would give me five hours per subject per week.
I am anxious that I might be tearing my hair out my Christmas, but the opposite could be true too. The structure and brain activity might be the kick up the arse I need to put a little pep in my step.