It’s only a month until I officially start my BSc Honours Psychology degree with the Open University. A month is no time at all, it will be here before I know it. In fact, while my official start date is October 6th, my module website opens on September 13th. That’s three sleeps away, which is a blink and you’ll miss it sort of time frame. Holy shit, am I ready? I’m not sure if I’m ready?!
This whole OU thing started about a year ago. Having previously looked at funding options, I didn’t think doing a degree was going to be possible. Having already obtained a foundation degree in my teens, I’d already had two years of student loan, which meant I couldn’t get other one… Until recently. Last year toward the end of summer I found out that there had been some changes to the system, and as long as you enrolled on a course higher than anything you hold currently, you could apply for financial help. Happy days. I wanted to apply for the Psychology degree there and then, but with only two weeks until the deadline I knew I wasn’t going to get everything sorted in time.
So I’ve known for a year that I was going to be doing the course this October. I kept a note of all of the important dates in my calendar: when enrolment opened, when student finance applications started. I knew it all.
I’ve been mentally preparing for this for the whole year. The physical preparations began only recently. I’ve started buying stationery, books, preparing my work space, reading everything I can about the OU. It’s all still felt a bit surreal to be honest. The course books arriving last week brought me back to reality, and now I’ve suddenly realised – I’m enrolled on a Degree. Holy shit again.
I’m honestly panicking a little bit. Am I smart enough to do a degree? Have I chosen the right module? Can I motivate myself enough to study at home? Those questions and so many more have been going around and around my head for days. Only time will give me the answers to those questions. Either way, as nervous as I am about the whole thing, I can’t wait to get started. The anxiety in a run up to an event is usually worse than the even itself. I’m hoping once I get going I can silence the doubts and just get on with it.
Anyway, three more sleeps until I can find out what all the fuss is about. Am I ready? I don’t have a clue – but we’ll soon find out.