Monday, 24 September 2007

Bluetongue and Tornado's

That's the news I woke up to this morning.

Stuck my tongue out and looked in the mirror, a little red maybe, but definitely not blue. Looked out the window - no tornado's damn it, college awaits

Trying to park is a nightmare as all the young students have cars these days. This makes it really difficult for us old bods, as we have to set off early just to bag a parking space.

The afternoon session started off with some really sad news. One of our colleagues had passed away over the weekend. This chap had given up work to concentrate on becoming an accountant. It makes you realise just how fragile life can be. I found it very difficult to concentrate for a while.

The tutor had not got off to a good start today. Someone had run into the side of his car so he was not in the right frame of mind to take a class.

The class is mainly made up of students who have just left school. The way they behave you would think that they are still at school. The tutor has no control over them and they do just whatever they please. It is really difficult to concentrate, after all, the last time that I was in a class room was in the 70's.

There are three girls in the class all with the same christian name. They do nothing but chat amongst themselves and cackle all afternoon long. The Three Witches of Eastwick springs to mind!

The whole lesson this afternoon seemed to drift a little and I found it quite boring. I was quite pleased when the tutor called it a day at 1530 as he was "in shock" from his accident.

I had 2 1/2 hours to kill before the evening session started. I thought a little retail therapy might do me some good. After all, I was still recovering from my knee op.

I bumped into someone who I had not seen since around 1973. The lady in question was the mother of one of my friends from when I lived in Yoxall. This lady had a really lovely house and there was one particular item that I had a fascination for.

A wall mounted can-opener!

They were very rare in those days and I always hankered after a go on it, but this never materialised. At home we only had the hand held type and I really felt deprived. We talked about this today and had a really good laugh about it. There is nothing like nostalgia to make you feel better.

I was now raring to go and ready to get stuck in into the evening session. This particular gathering is one of hard work. We work solidly from 1800 to 2100 and it requires a great deal of concentration.

We worked on Trial Balances, Profit and Loss, T Accounts and have plenty of homework to show for this.

I feel as though I have achieved quite a lot from the evening sessions and feel stretched (which is not a bad thing when you are old, it keeps the brain cells active) and I quite enjoy the challenge.

Talking of achievements, I have learnt three new words of which I have yet to put into practice.

Cool! Solid! Innit!

2 comments:

Flugel Proud said...

Glad you had a productive evening at college. Those 3 witches will be cackling well when they fail the course!!

peahen said...

Don't let the midges bite! Sounds like real hard work - hope you're enjoying it. As FP says, you'll get out what you put in.