Just to add to my final-school-week angst, I had two interviews for entry to further study next year. Nerve-wracking! It took me ages to figure out what work to take with me to knock their socks off and beg me too attend their school (huh! as if), plus making sure I could drag it all with me. Sort, sort, sort, no not that, oh maybe I should take it, ew maybe not - had to make a decision and stop before I thought myself into a nervous breakdown. I got the hardest interview over first, hardest because it's the course I want the most but am least likely to get into. One more interview to go, in a week's time.
I'm 48, female, just finished a two year course in Visual Arts, and am now back in the market for a job (boo!). I worked in the library field for the better part of three decades and two years ago took the plunge from a job that made me unhappy to go back to school. I've loved every moment of it and as soon as I have enough money to tide me over being a poverty stricken student I'm going back for more!