I am an Open University student and have just successfully completed my first year of distance learning. Although I am satisfied with my grade, a lot of mistakes were made to get it. I don't claim to be the perfect student, nor am I anywhere near finished with my journey. I still have a few more years and a lot of work to go, so I am not writing "DO THESE THINGS AND YOU WILL GET GOOD GRADES!!!" Or something similar, because I don't think anyone can tell you how to do that, for sure. We are all different and learn in different ways. These are just a few things that made the first leg of my journey a bit easier.
My daughter’s first Birthday is in a few days, and this got me thinking about the past year and how she and I have grown together. It felt appropriate to share a few of the more significant things that I have learned on this journey.
I am sick and tired of hearing people preach about how we shouldn't judge others. We all judge everyone else whether you want to admit it or not. Every single person instantly forms opinions about other people in their mind when they meet them. Whether it be something small or something complimentary, we all still do it. We may later find out that opinion was wrong, or it might be proved to be correct. Whatever, it still happens and it is OK.
Until recently I worked as a care assistant in a nursing home. It was the most rewarding and emotionally taxing job I have had to date (and probably will ever have). The work can be super demanding (not just making cups of tea and wiping bums, like some people might assume) and maintaining boundaries and emotional balance was a constant challenge.
I was rewatching some old episodes of An Idiot Abroad a while back, which I absolutely love (I know it is old news but that doesn't make it any less hilarious). During this binge, I came across something that I hadn't paid great attention to the first time around.
For most of my life, or at least the portion of it that I have read for pleasure, I have had a ridiculous inability to stop reading unsatisfying books. Even if the book has been excruciatingly dull, I force myself to the last page in a minor act of self-torture and I hate myself for it.