I had to learn how to learn again. And it was hard.
I had to be okay with not understanding 13 lectures on stage two maths when I hadn’t studied maths for 25 years. I had to take notes and not worry or panic that I didn’t understand even a third of what the lecture was saying.
That I love qualitative research – hearing and making sense of people’s stories.
That I will never love but should try to understand quantitative statistics-based research.
That each of the five compulsory assignments was like climbing a steep mountain. Each one was different and required cumulative but also different skills every time. I learned so much. And am now grateful.
That I could fail terribly out of ignorance but then I would pick myself up, learn from my mistakes and do so much better next time.
That’s it’s lonely sitting by myself in the lecture theatre. It’s much better to say hi to the people around me. I’m grateful they kept chatting to me all semester.
That taking just one paper/course for the first semester was a really good idea. Next semester it will be two papers. Double the work but I think I’m ready.