Graduation!

For those of us who can still barely make out our graduation on the distant horizon, this year's ceremonies might provide some inspiration. The videocast links can be found here. Be inspired!

No Place Like Home

Back home at last. It’s just impossibly good to be snuggled up in my very own bed again after almost two weeks in an anonymous rented room in the capital. And yet I feel I am a very different person from even two weeks ago, when I left my humble home for the big bad city. Things have taken shape tremendously in what seems a deceptively short time. There were ups and downs within the course, but ultimately I see great hope within this course but also in the ripples of its effects outside, for myself and others. It also looks as if the student group will be very supportive.

One big thing to look forward to is the possibility of actually going to Leeds next summer to prepare our dissertations. Imagine that! Finally getting to see Europe! I’m also reading the Times Educational Supplement and thinking this might mean a job in the UK within a year from graduation- if that is what seems important then. So... by January 2010 we’re looking at graduating and having the option of working in a whole new place…

Job... Career... Vocation

A few nights back I woke up from a dream where the highway drove me straight ninety degrees up to where a city awaited. A whole new city in a whole new dimension where I was the first inhabitant. My officemate, a literature buff with a penchant for Jungian psychoanalysis, surmised this to mean that potential is about to be fulfilled in a whole new paradigm.This seemed valid, but applicable to my life in general and my writing. But today it took on a whole new meaning.At 11.30 this morning my head of department told me I had one hour to report back if I wanted to join the Leeds University MA TESOL course hosted by Majan University College in Muscat. I had considered this course last year and decided against it- would I change my mind? I remained lukewarm, until I realised that destiny has never knocked gently on my door: it has always barged right in. As it has once again. And has it ever let me down before?