Go back to Uni, they said ... it'll be fun, they said...

Help, I've got my first postgrad exam on Tuesday and I'm kind of having a melt down!  Send chocolate!

Okay, maybe I'm overstating it just a tad.  I'm not exactly panicking yet ... I'm sure that will happen sometime on Tuesday morning ... but I am starting to get worried.  Why did I decide to study accouning?  Why couldn't I choose a nice, safe postgrad in ancient history or anthropology or archaeology?

But no, I had to decide that if I was going to make my career in finance, which given that I've been working in the field for 18 year seems pretty likely, it might be a good idea if I actually had some qualifications.  I know, I'm full of kooky ideas like that.

Now I'm no stranger to mature age tertiary education.  I did my archaeology degree while I was working full time, so I know all about having to juggle work and study and how to make use of the company photocopiers.  Back then I could do my readings before work started, jot off an essay in my lunch break, and barely break a sweat.

But a postgrad in accounting?  That's a whole other kettle of fish.

Last time around I was studying a history based course, which pretty much meant I spent all my time reading stories and then bullshitting essays based on what I read.  I was good at that!  Hell, I'm sure any blogger out there could cruise their way through a history based degree on the power of their bullshitting skills alone.

But I can't do that with this course.  This time I can't rely on a half assed knowledge of the facts and a better than average vocabulary to get me by.  This time I actually have to STUDY stuff!

I know, the sheer nerve!

Oh well, I guess I should just suck it up and keep at it.

But seriously, how the hell does one do a Cashflow Statement anyway?  Because as far as I can tell the numbers make about as much sense as if they'd been pulled out of one of those rolling bingo cages at random.

I just wonder if they'll provide the bingo cage in the exam or if I have to supply my own.

Who knew those Ivy Leaguers were so kinky...

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As much as I hated the book, I have to admit I'm loving the trends that have developed as a result of the whole "Fifty Shades" phenomena.

People are reading smut on public transport, something I heartily endorse.  Sex shops are selling "Fifty Shades" inspired kits, full of ridiculously overpriced and utterly hilarious sexual aids like fur lined handcuffs and crappy faux leather collars.  Hell, the UK are even attributing the fact that they got out of the recession to sales of the book and the related sales of merchandise and sex toys!

This, my friends is what we call a sexual revolution.

So when I read about how Harvard University now has an officially endorsed BDSM club [link], I was wasn't really surprised.  Amused, but not really surprised.  It really was only a matter of time, wasn't it?  What with the current fascination with all things kinky, this was bound to happen eventually.

Although if I was betting on a university officially endorsing a kinky club for the first time, my money would have been on Oxford.  What with the Brits' proclivity towards secret societies and kinkiness in general I would have sworn that's be right up their alley.

I've watched almost every "Carry On" film that's every been made and I'm a Benny Hill fan from way back, I know what I'm talking about.

But in all seriousness, I do think it's a good thing.  If clubs like this can allow people with a particular interest to connect in a way that's safe and more about the community aspect than about the sex, then good for them!

Let your freak flags fly, you crazy cats!