This studying lark, I have to say, I’m really enjoying it.
I’ve always been a proud bookworm, finding more pleasure from words than daytime television. However, in moving from fiction to academia, I anticipated the change in reading style would be a challenge.
I’m used to researching and preparing for talks, workshops and most recently mistress of ceremony duties, but I appreciate the approach to creativity and sciences have polarities I am only beginning to appreciate. However, it is one I have enjoyed and my mind, keen to sponge up new knowledge, has teased me to explore other books on psychology beyond the Open University texts.
So, sitting last weekend at Kirkcaldy Galleries, I was feeling pretty pleased with myself. Surrounded by textbooks as I grappled with the study of Authoritarian Personality, finding I was able to engage with the research and link modern day events to give it context. If I have learned anything about psychology it is that this science raises more questions than it does answers.
Then, out of my word stupor, I heard a faint voice say, “excuse me?” Turning, I saw a woman looking at me nervously before she said;
“Your tag is hanging out of the back of your jumper.”
Pulling the tag off my newly purchased jumper, I burst out laughing. As the woman backed away, clearly relieved with my reaction and wandered off with the words.
“Your jumper is lovely by the way.”
Giggling, I looked down at my textbooks sprawled out over the table, half illuminated by the sun through the slats of the long wooden blinds and I came up with one theory I did not anticipate.
You’re never as clever as you think you are and every day is a school day.
As my darling Dad often says; “we’re all Jock Tamson’s bairns,” and never has there been a truer word been said. Psychology student, keen learner. Daft as a brush. However, I still think it is a funny story, so perhaps there is hope for me yet.
So, if I could leave you with one parting wish, I would like it to be this; enjoy your learning, have fun along the way and remove the tags. You don’t need them anymore.