I have just put the finishing touches on a 3000 word essay. I will give it 24 hours to settle and let all the sediment sink to the bottom and then I will submit it. My wife thinks that I am crackers wanting to jot down a few more words in a blog. But this is a different kind of writing – it is cathartic. After all the criteria, references, notes and details it is enjoyable just sit and unstress the brain with a few freely chosen words.
One thought I had was the difference between university in the late 60s and early 70s to now. I have not even set foot in the university this time. It has all been online: the readings, the discussions, the essay submissions, the library loans have all been done from behind the keyboard. If this had been the case in 1972 I would have missed all the Vietnam war and anti apartheid protests. If my memory serves me right Uni seemed like a pit of a million youthful passions back then. It is probably safer behind a keyboard. I only have to hide from any odd jobs the wife may have in store.
This has been my most active semester. As I have written in a previous blog, my attendance to observe and teach a migrant English classes has been quite exhilarating. My comfort zone has been well and truly stretched. An extra 10 hours of classroom observations and lessons together with extra lesson planning has been quite demanding. I had promised myself, not that long ago, that I wouldn’t put myself under that sort of pressure. Better try next time.
Oh well. One more review of the essay and then press “submit”. Then in a few weeks time I will get the assessor’s judgement. Now I know how my students feel.