So, I’ve been out of work awhile, and while I’ve been mostly thinking about things like looking for a job, or getting myself mentally to a point where I can take on the world, I’ve also been thinking about other options. Study, of course. wit my over-thinking brain, is always an option. Perhaps I enroll at a TAFE, or community college for something. Perhaps another masters. Or, maybe distance courses are a good option. No face to face, lots of reading, discussion through moodle. I loved that format through the masters I did, so I should continue it. Whether formally, through a uni or TAFE course, or informally, through a skeptic/atheist bookclub!
Maybe child behaviour is an area for study for me? I did several behaviour subjects through uni both under an post- grad… plus all my work with kids with a language disorder. Or Autism. Or kids with “just” a mild intellectual disability. So much we could do for those kids language wise, if we know how, and we had the backing from our “benefactors” (private, taxes and so on) to go ahead and help these boys to make their way through both the justice system and society when we throw them back into it.
Perhaps I have a passion for social justice issues, and should channel that instead? Surely that’s better to blog about than soy lattes? :p
What do you think?
Have you ever manage to study, for study or pleasure’s sake only?
Considering a career in vending machines. Japan style.
Where am I up to?
I’m clearly having way too good a social life. Which is good, actually, despite the lack of sleep and probably too much alcohol in my system, because I really AM starting to make connections down here. Supportive friends, silly friends, people I also don’t click with too. Making Sydney feel much more comfortable. Much more home. Home is where the heart is.
I applied for a job. By applied, I called the lead clinician and sussed each other out, and emailed through my resume. It’s rather part time, school age language, literacy, dyspraxia and autism. Right up my alley and potentially a good way to get my foot back in the door. We shall see how that pans out.
I’m covered in bruises, for one reason or another. One reason is running into a glass door. Others include being generally clumsy, and on my arm that I’m putting down to somebody grabbing me and saving my life. You know, like if I walked in front of a moving vehicle. Which I do because I have NO road sense. I actually don’t know where I got that bruise from, but sounds like a good story? Want to be my knight in shining armour?