Somebody with a keen sense of humour asked me, What's funny about going back to school (when you're past thirty...)? This was not a casual question. This person wanted me to actually document the experience; to capture the light side of returning to learning. I gave it some thought.
THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT
Perhaps it was the wrong time to think about it. I was in the midst of studying for the last of my third term examinations. Physical Chemistry. Now, I have a background which leans towards the arts subjects: literature, psychology and writing. I worked as a news reporter for a time as well. These areas demand opinions and interpretations of people's philosophies and ideas which leave one plenty of room to function; sometimes merely with one's adroitness in handling words, one can manage to give a favourable impression.
But I returned to school to study Biochemical Technology, a course in which all the subjects require exactitude. One must constantly quantify and account for things with logical proof. Even in areas of uncertainty, the degree to which one is uncertain must be calculated in cold hard numbers.