It’s not exactly my first day as a postgraduate student. Ten years ago I was doing exactly the same thing, enrolling for an MBA.
I am just as nervous this time. I now have ten years and three children more than last time.
Ten years ago I was positive I couldn’t remember how to make friends.
Ten years ago I met a guy called Wayne at the coffee counter.
It all turned out ok despite my trepidation.
Over the 2 and a half years we grew close as a class and left with some fantastic memories. As well as an MBA.So, here we go again.
This time it’s all a bit more bizarre.
Returning to the university I did my under-graduate degree.
Getting on the train at an earlier station, but watching the same scenery as I did 20 years ago.
Just typing that makes me feel amazingly old.
I’m still wondering what to wear.
Not that anyone will notice I’m sure.
But it seems my ability to dress weather appropriate has gone out of the window this September.
And I need a bag.
Mr J snorts, and tells me I have enough bags.
But I’m going to need a bag to hold A4 stuff I know. Which isn’t my laptop bag I’ve used for work for the past ten years. It is a bag I haven’t met yet. But once I have it, I will have this university thing sussed. For sure. Fortunately I have a new notebook, and new pens. So without the bag there is a chance I’ll still be ok.
And even more so, I’ve received my reading for the first module. So not withstanding the weather-inappropriate attire, the lack of a new bag, and the wonderful new stationery, I might just have enough to get me through.
So this is it.
I will be ok.