15 August 2017

Longest days of my life - start of week six

Who would have thought that 9 nine weeks could turn into what seems like nine longest years of my life.

It reminds me of Nelson Mandela's 'long walk home'.  Surely it would have been better to have been locked up than to be drilled daily by the sultry sounds of our dear tutor Roberta saying 'who are your audience.' and 'how has it moved on'.

I am sure she loves every minute of making us squirm in our seats.

There is no excuse for not being ambitious, but in my next life I definitely won't be choosing to be a journalist.

What on earth did I think I was doing, at 55 -years-old I should be looking to downsize in everything including work not jolly well and trying to upgrade myself to some dam journalist. 

There are so many different components to this industry, its no joke, it constantly makes me dig deeper into what I don't have, so much that I am mentally and physically drained.

When I signed up for this course, I was told it is intense, but surely they could have given more insight to exactly how intense this is, it's a good job I don't have anything else my life to do.

reading, shorthand, reading, shorthand, reading, shorthand reading, shorthand, reading, shorthand, reading, shorthand reading, shorthand, reading, shorthand, reading, shorthand reading, shorthand, reading, shorthand, reading, shorthand reading, shorthand, reading, shorthand, reading, shorthand reading, shorthand, reading, shorthand, reading, shorthand reading, shorthand, reading, shorthand, reading, shorthand reading, shorthand, reading, shorthand, reading, shorthand reading, shorthand,

For the last six weeks this has been my life.

But I have started so I will finish, I just need the strength to understand all the things that I am learning on a daily basis and to make it STICK!.

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