I AM NOW THREE weeks into a year long course in Residential Drafting. I've decided, having investigated a few options including a hugo static site that I just can't be bothered to set up a studyblog, and besides, I have this one. The report so far: it has been a shock to the system, in at least three ways.
First, it's taught in a form of direct-instruction, hands-on method I'm not used to and haven't experienced since high school. That's not to say it's infantilising, though it's true many of my classmates are actual children, it's that I'm used to the far more hands-off method of university study where it's welcome to the unit of study; here's the ideas, here's the books, here's the assignment schedule, good luck (with the last element often pronounced silently). Week to week instruction building on itself is an unusual discipline.
Second is that it's an introduction of yet another priority in my life between work and my relationship and volunteering. I won't say I'm busy overall, just that it's another crashing of mental gears going between them and one more context. And, with annoying relevance, yet one more Outlook email and Teams account to check.
Lastly a minor resurgence in ambition and an expansion of my own horizons: I'd long accepted that I'm of the generation of white-collar workers who has to change careers roughly once a decade. Time's up on the one I have, and the new one is just, at the moment, possibilities.