Degrees Of Separation

For almost as long as I’ve known her, Carole has said she wants to do a degree in History, or something along those lines. Definitely something Humanities-ish, anyway.

And after however long she’s finally doing it. Starting with an access course, she’s beginning a quest to broaden her mind via the Open University.

But I’m not sure if this isn’t all just a cunning ploy – albeit quite a long-running one – to justify her getting a new pencil case. Because she’s putting a lot of thought into the preparations for any sort of study.

Now, you need to understand that Carole loves a bit of stationery. Paperchase flows through her veins. She has so many notebooks for things – her notebook of things to look up, her notebook of things she’s done, her notebook of other notebooks. All that sort of thing.

And, I think, she’s determined to be a pen and paper student as well. Sure some of her work is going to be done on the computer – which, undoubtedly, she will claim is running incredibly slow for her – but I think she’s mainly leading towards the old school way.

Because then she can get herself fancy pens. And fancy notebooks. And a desk tidy – she seemed very excited about the desk tidy thing. Which is good, but also annoying because I know that we, as a couple, have moved a variety of desk tidies around this house for over ten years. None of those, though, will be up to scratch when it boils down to it.

I don’t think I dare look into her study space once we’ve set it up. I just expect there to be, one day, a rustle of carrier bags as she comes home and flies straight upstairs. Just the sound of pencils being sharpened as she gets everything just right. Pens aligned parallel to the edge of her table – with attractive covering because the one she’s using is a paint-spattered affair – and desk tidy with everything carefully arranged by height. Notebooks with cute cartoon animals on them. And a wall planner with little sticky stars on it.

I wouldn’t be surprised if she doesn’t visit the poster stall at work during her lunch hour and get a few stock student posters for her walls. If she doesn’t get the “Hang In There” cat one, I don’t think I even know her anymore.

But joking aside, I’m really proud of her for doing this. It’s going to be a long journey and it’s not going to be easy but it’s a great thing she’s doing.

And that’s before I enjoy the peace and quiet of her study periods…