People often say that despite the number of choices you have, you’ll gravitate towards the one your heart chooses. Of course it’s really the mind that does this, but I appreciate the sentiment. But what if your mind is having a really crap day and is grasping at straws to find solace? Are events that are chosen impulsively not worth the pathways that have been carefully trod over and over again?
For me, it’s a bit of both. I loved University, despite entering it with the mindset that is only now taught to students – uni life won’t be the utopia of free love you’ve been mindlessly force fed (unless you really work hard at it, I guess) and ever since, I end up gravitating towards study again – I can’t help it. I flirt with the professional world but it’s usually a fling at that. I worked in online marketing for a year and really enjoyed it, more than I thought I would, but studying always beckons to me. Of course, the PhD is a different kettle of fish, but it’s a choice that I’ve stuck by despite the monetary fear.
I guess it boils down to this: if you asked me whether I’d have a husband, mortgage car and 2.4 children and knowing exactly where I’m going and what I’m doing or studying something that I really wanted without a clue of what the future holds, I’d go for the latter. I’m a bit of a weirdo, aren’t I?
It’s rather apt that the title “Hello World!” (yeah, I would’ve capitalised the W) is the one I was going to use before I saw the default setting on the blog. I don’t know if that’s because I’ve been brainwashed by computer programming and its need to signal arrival of anything new with this rather tedious greeting!
Some people may know me as the editor of Enigma Magazine, whose humble presence is also shared on wordpress. It’s nice to swing back and forth between the personal and professional like this. Some people may also know me as a writer and occasional performance poet – although I regrettably haven’t done that much as of late.
So, with the rather odd greeting, I welcome you to the life and times of a prospective student of a PhD – as you could’ve figured by the name. Skitty Kitty is appropriate as I’m rather prone to a nervous disposition and well, I like cats. I’ve seen many a blog that deals with the tribulations and trepidations that come with such an extreme academic undertaking, but what about the countdown to the beginning? All those UCAS fearers will know what I’m talking about. The excitement and extreme nervousness never dies away for me, at least.
Do I feel 17 again? Well, hmm… not entirely (although my hair is short again!), which is for me, a pretty major achievement. The precipice and the plunge look so much better from a more mature set of eyes.
At the moment, I’ve become hamster like – hoarding all information I can, giving me solace before the term begins. Unfortunately, I should also be hoarding money, but information is more easily accessible.
With the rather strange hibernation before the winter, I will be poking my head out and about, looking for funding ventures, events and tidbits of information that will hopefully sate your curiosity that little bit more. Look out for me!