Yesterday I started the final subject in my 32 subject degree. 8am-12pm Monday to Friday for the next 2 weeks brings me to the end of 4 very interesting years. 4 years of high stress, but tempered with high flexibility. 4 years of learning new and fascinating stuff. 4 years of casual work and accelerating credit card balances.
And now I’m staring down the barrel of a fulltime job where none has existed for the past 45 months. I’m appreciative of the impending financial change, but also apprehensive about the new routines I will have to create and adhere to for probably the next quarter century.
I’m hopeful of a lottery win or the royalties on a miraculous invention that will return me to the freedoms of a tertiary student. But I’m a realist and I know that a lottery win for me is just as likely as ever again having a full head of hair. And my imagination is limited to co-ordinating my socks and t-shirt – or belt and shoes. But rarely on the same day do I co-ordinate both pairs of apparel.
So I’m lumbering forth seeking a new equilibrium, trying to create a new momentum to carry me comfortably forward. Hopefully it will involve my bicycles because I miss them.
I’ve had hints at offers from 3 schools but nothing solid, although that’s not a complete surprise since I’m not yet officially available to work. As for the 3, 1 is too far away. 1 is nice and close but I suspect the workload will be oppressive. The third is just right, from what I can tell of the workload, the distance and the student demographic.
There’s even more good news regarding number 3. It has work starting in 2 weeks time rather than late January (the best kind of work too, 3 days a week). It is only 25km from home, a comfortable distance to pedal both directions most days. I taught there on my last prac placement so I know a lot of the students, I know the environment and the way the place works. It’s the best option for so many reasons.
Now all I have to do is turn their fuzzy-maybe-offer into a solid job and I’m set.