Lately I find myself browsing through university websites checking out courses. Whether it’s another Masters or a Doctors (not the same as PhD) in Psychology or just further education courses, I find myself drawn to studying.
Well, part of me wonders if I’m just fucked in the head a sucker for punishment!
But then, there’s another part of me that really wants to study clinical psychology. Or a new language. Or a creative writing course. Or a course in suicidology. (Yes, there actually is one!)
At the same time, I realise I cannot give up working at the moment. And any psych course would involve me having to cut down my working hours. I need the money. More importantly, I love my work. (Even though at the moment I’m bloody tired!) Pursuing a psych course would mean more anxiety in any case — another thesis, assignments, placements, assignments — I’d have to be reallllly good at managing my time. And while I have juggled work and uni, work wasn’t psych work which is mentally draining. Work during uni was in the library which was quite all right. I guess the next psychology degree will just have to wait…
I am guessing I should settle for something lighter — like learning a new language at community college. (Read: Not for the purposes of a degree)
But then here’s the next big question — which language?
German, Italian, Japanese and Modern Greek are some I’m playing with because I know people who speak these and it would help in practising the language.
I studied French for 3 years (shudder!) and can’t remember much apart from je m’appelle Psych Babbler, Tres Bien, and Au Revoir. I can’t speak Hindi (used to speak Hinglish but after 5 years of no use…that’s gone) nor can I speak Tamil (which happens to be my mother tongue) In short — what hope do I have in learning a new language?
In spite of it all, I’m dying to learn. To have books. To take notes. To sit in a classroom.
Am I nuts? Especially given that I hardly have time.
Until next time,