I’m not at all academic. I was never that way inclined, even back when I was an innocent, intelligent and applied high schooler. I do like learning, I love learning new skills, and learning about all the things I’m interested in, but I don’t learn from dense reading text books. I just can’t. I learn by watching and doing. I learn with my hands.
Doing a degree in Creative Writing is amazing. I get to explore my creativity in so many different ways and it has really awakened a huge passion inside of me. But there are times where I doubt my abilities, and whether I am capable and worthy of being here. Those times, I want to drop out. But no matter how tough it gets, this is the one thing in my life that I am determined and fully committed to seeing all the way through. I will graduade. Even if it not with the grade that I want.
I make the grades in the creative modules without much effort really, balancing a full time student/full time employment life is tough and I don’t always have the amount of time I’d like to dedicate to my creative projects, but still my grades show that I am a good writer. When it comes to the academic side though, as a mature student, out of education for over a decade, I’m struggling. Although not failing by a long shot, I also can’t seem to be able to attain the level that I want to reach. Academia is my nemisis.