Two turntables and a microphone

Firstly, my apologies for not blogging for a little while. The rest of this post pretty much details why!

I’ve been flat out with uni, finishing off an essay on the ethnic origins of early Israel. I still have one more essay (the language of the Lachish letters) and then I’m done with Ancient Israel.

In a couple of weeks I’ll be starting a unit on the early modern history of Europe – 1400 to 1800. That should be quite interesting! Looking forward to it.

I’ve also been staying with my parents for a few days, just for the lulz. The kids are loving it; doting grandparents are doting. (You may remember that I’m just learning to drive? Well, I drove here all the way myself! Yay, go me.)

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Driving myself around the bend

Despite being 28, and having two children, and generally being an accomplished and rounded human being, there is one thing I have never bothered with.

Driving.

I’ve never really had a pressing need to drive; public transport, friends, and parents have served me well over the years. However, I acknowledge that having kids means needing to drive them to daycare, school, and extracurricular activities. And so, I am learning to drive.

I don’t really want to drive, and I don’t really like to drive, but I have to drive, and so I am. I’ve had a professional lesson each day this week, plus some practice with dad, and I’m improving each day. I’m feeling more confident, and driving more consistently.

However I feel within myself that I’ll never be a happy driver, never one of those easy-going folk with one hand on the wheel and the other flopping around casually. It will never be second-nature to me to hop in a car and drive, always something to think about deliberately, something to be careful and cautious with.

And I’m not sure I’ll ever want to drive a manual, despite owning one!

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes! (Turn and face the strain…)

Life is a series of changes, nothing ever remains the same for long – just look at Facebook. But some periods seem more turbulent than others, some times present more choices and options, decisions to make, changes to catalyse yourself. For me, this is such a time.

I have finally taken steps towards learning to drive properly. Over the years I have held various learner permits, and driven various vehicles, but I was more proficient on my scooter than anything else. However a scooter is obviously impractical now that I have children, and it is past time I figured out this car-driving thing. I haven’t driven a car in many years, and my permit has long-since expired, so on Thursday I will be re-sitting the test to get a new permit. The following week I will hopefully be having several professional lessons and getting some practice in with my parents. It won’t be too long, I hope, before I get my P plates and can drive alone!

The other big change possibly looming is a renewal of my interest in archaeology. It is a field I have often thought of briefly, but never saw as a viable study/career option – mostly because it seems so pretentious, so ridiculous, to say out loud: “I want to be an archaeologist!” However now I think, “Why the heck not?” I can at least give it a shot, right?

So I’ve enrolled with Open University Australia again to do a single unit on the subject, specifically focussed on Israel – because that is what they’ve got available, that is not a specific interest of my own. That starts at the end of this month. I suppose after I finish the unit, I will re-evaluate my interests and capabilities, and that will be the basis of a later decision on whether to pursue archaeology as a degree and career.

La Trobe University offer a Bachelor of Archaeology, and also offer “short courses” (single units) from the bachelor. The only issue I see with that is the need for childcare; both the bachelor and the short courses require attendance on campus and can’t be done online. Evelyn is only seven weeks old now; even if I enrolled in the bachelor from semester two next year she would still be less than a year old. It’s a little sooner than I had wanted to put her into full-time childcare; I’d hoped to be home with my kids for as long as possible. On the other hand, if I waited an extra year, would my enthusiasm have waned during the down-time? It’s something to think about. Perhaps a couple of short courses or online units will keep my interest up and give me the chance of RPL (recognition of prior learning) later on, whilst also allowing me to stay home with the kids just a little bit longer.

My usual advice to friends pondering whether or not to do something is simple: Do it! The reason behind this is, you usually risk little or nothing by trying something. But if you never even try, you’ll never know what might have happened. The only hard part is taking my own advice!