Someone asked me yesterday “Why on earth are you doing an MA at your age?”
Once I had got over the urge to slap sharply across the face, I was forced to think about it and come up with an answer. Other people have asked me why I’m doing it, but not one of them associated the question with my age.
I was about to answer that my age was irrelevant, but actually, on reflection it’s crucial. I won’t reveal the actual, hideous, number here, but suffice it to say I have 2 grown up sons.
I don’t feel this old. And I don’t feel as old as I remember thinking my mother was when she was this age (if that sentence makes no sense, untangle it yourselves). One of the reasons I don’t feel this old is that I am squeezing every last brain cell on a daily (and nightly) basis. I am working with people who are, on the whole, 10-20 yrs younger than me. They tell me things I never knew. The reason I am doing the MA is that it makes my brain and body active, co-ordinated and stimulated.
The by-product of this is that I feel more active, co-ordinated and stimulated. It feeds itself. Education is addictive. Art is addictive. Art Education is seductive. It makes me feel valued, as an artist AND an educator. I’m hooked and evangelical, and I want everyone else to feel the same. So THAT’s why I’m doing an MA at my age.
I’m sure I will feel bereft when it is finished…