It’s official, folks! I’m now a student. I went out for coffee this afternoon with a few of my Master’s fellows, none of us had met prior to this meeting so it was all a bit tentative at first, but we soon got into the swing of things.
Although there is a broad range of ages on this postgraduate “Creative Writing” Master’s course, it was only the young peeps who turned up for coffee today. A funny moment occurred when one of them said apropos of nothing that “all of us are in our early to mid-twenties” – I’ll never see 30 again so I couldn’t let his assumption pass without saying anything, cue gasps when I mentioned I wasn’t actually “one of them”.
It always amuses me when people learn my age and respond as such: “no way, I don’t believe it” or even “are you sure?”
As if anybody would purposefully lie about being older than they really are!
My mother didn’t give me much but she did pass on her (good) genes, hence why everybody always assumes I’m far younger than I actually am. My siblings and I all look younger than our years and we used to hate it when we were teenagers, and beyond that – it is NOT fun being requested to show ID to get into a bar when you’re 30 – suffice to say we have learnt to appreciate this genetic blessing as we got older.
That (slightly) awkward moment aside, it was a really good meeting – we are all writers and all passionate about learning to hone our skills. There was lots of enthusiasm in that coffee shop, it was really exciting…stimulating! In exactly 2 weeks time, we start with the actual course – studying while working full-time, not to mention trying to maintain some kind of social life is going to be challenging but…I can’t f*****g wait.