As I’ve mentioned in one or more of my previous ponderous posts, I’m currently in the process of attempting (but not really succeeding) to write the dissertation bit of my MA.
In truth it’s not actually my MA.
I need to write a dissertation first.
I also have a full-time job, because I haven’t yet worked out a way of not having a job and still being able to pay my mortgage.
Even for someone who is motivated and academically inclined, writing a dissertation alongside having a full-time job is quite hard.
And it would certainly be a stretch to describe me as either motivated or academically inclined.
I’m not stupid (or possibly I’m so stupid that I don’t realise that I’m stupid) but academia and I have never really gotten on too well.
Occasionally I have shown the potential to be an academic. Throughout school, my undergrad days and even at times on this MA course, I have demonstrated that, when I put my mind to it, I can achieve grades at the more impressive end of the scale. However, these flashes of brilliance are all too often followed by mediocrity and in truth I’m far more likely to flirt with grades at the less impressive end of the scale. I normally do enough to pass, but quite often I do ‘just enough’.
Throw in a new(ish) baby (not literally obviously – I’m still a relative novice at this parenting malarkey but I’m given to understand that throwing a baby is not generally considered wise. Especially if bathwater is involved apparently) and time is a commodity I don’t have much of.
I do enjoy looking after my daughter. She can be a little demanding, often in the early hours of the morning, but she’s mostly delightful and for someone who hasn’t actually mastered the art of speaking, she has quite a lot to say, and she says it with such feeling and passion that I’m not sure actual words would add much to her soliloquies.
In order to be able to do my job to an acceptable (but rarely exceptional) level and to be able to grind out a dissertation (that will achieve the minimum pass mark) by April, and to be able to enjoy the company of my daughter (and sometimes my wife, although in truth Mrs Proclaims are currently operating on a shift pattern with regards childcare and are rarely conscious and in each other’s company. We do enjoy a regular verbal exchange at around 3am when debating over who gets the honour of listening to our offspring’s latest early-morning orations) something has had to give.
And that has very much been exercise.
Not that I’ve ever been any more athletically inclined than I am academically inclined. But I generally do try and keep fit enough that my tendency to indulge in foods that might be considered insalubrious do as little damage to my long-term health as possible.
I’m not sure, even at my fittest, that I’ve ever really managed to get the balance of diet and exercise entirely geared towards optimum wellbeing, but in normal times I do enough good to at least mitigate the bad.
At the moment, though, the balance is swaying very much towards the bad. In attempting to secure a qualification that I don’t really need (and at this point I’m not even sure I want) I am sacrificing the short-term health of my body for the long-term benefits of my mind.
Although it’s not really clear that having an MA will bring any benefits to my mind.
Other than the fact that, assuming all goes well, from April onwards I’ll able to smugly boast to anyone that will listen that I have an MA.
When all is said and done, it’s not actually that much of a boast.
Nonetheless, and in spite of a total lack of comprehension as to what it is I’m bragging about, I’m sure that my daughter will greet the news with her usual infectious enthusiasm.
I wonder how many of us ever manage to work out what we are all about? As to mind over body I can’t help wondering sometimes whether this is a joke made up by self help gurus. But then its Monday morning – always a difficult time to ponder such momentus things!
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I’ve definitely identified quite a few things that I’m not all about over the years, so hopefully, by a process of elimination, I’ll eventually get there.
Definitely won’t happen on a Monday though…
She’ll be over the moon…………if you throw her hard enough!
Well, you have a daughter so that’s at least one person who will always think you’re a clever old stick, although you will continue to be extremely uncool. This is the way of fatherhood.
Good luck with the MA. Does it mean that you will earn more money? I’m sure your daughter will be very proud of you.
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