My first semester at university is over. Well, not quite. I’ve still got two module submissions to write by January 9th. But Fiction and Poetry seminars have finished and I went into Plymouth this week for my last tutorial of 2022.
The usual gamble with public transport in Cornwall didn’t pay off that day. I thought I’d played my cards well – checked the train time availability the night before then waited to the morning to check again and book. Half an hour later, just as I was nearing the station, I got a notification that my train was cancelled. “You can always get the next one” it said. Not unless I wanted to miss my tutorial. I went back home and defrosted the car.
I’m gad I took the car. It gave me the flexibility to give a friend a lift home after our group study. I say group study: a long conversation about Dr Who and a discussion of the various merits of our tutors took up much of the time. But at least we analysed the Time Lord’s story arc and character developments, so that’s sort of work, isn’t it?
We talked about how we wished the semester were longer. We have made progress but there is so much more to learn. It’s been the most enjoyable learning experience I’ve ever had.
It’s not just that the lectures have been stimulating. Or that I’ve amazed myself with the direction my writing has gone in. Or been gobsmacked by the positive feedback.
It’s the camaraderie. I’m the oldest in my group but I don’t feel it (except when I have to explain something from the 1980s to one of the youngsters!) We are counsellors, shop assistants, baristas, youth workers, carers, fulltime students. We’ve lived in Plymouth, Cornwall, London, Africa, Australia. We’re gay, straight, and trans. We have different interests in writing: middle reader pony stories, Shetland folk tales, travel, horror.
But in the end, we’re all just writers, students here to learn together.
Many of us have been labelled ‘overthinkers’. But here, that’s a strength. We observe detail closely. We analyse patterns and links. We look at life with a magnifying glass, a shovel, an awkward angle. We put ourselves in others’ situations to see what that feels like. We constantly ask ourselves ‘what if…?’ And all this gives birth to what we write.
And it’s a wonderfully supportive group. We have become mutual cheerleaders and honest critics of each other. There’s no competition between us. So we’re not afraid to ‘borrow’ a technique from each other. When someone said they’d been inspired by the way I’d written a piece to try something similar themselves, I felt honoured. St Paul tells the early church in Rome about the ‘gift of encouragement’ – my course mates have this gift in spades.
So I’m sad to reach the end of my first semester. Because of the mix of full and part time students, we won’t be in the same seminar groups come January. But I am so thankful for all I’ve gained. Especially for learning that the lonely job of writing works so much better in the company of like-minded and encouraging friends.
I’m going to take a couple of weeks’ break from the blog as I really do have to prioritise my assignments. But I look forward to being back with you in the New Year. In the meantime, I pray you have a peaceful Christmas.