u turn up and learn stuff, go home and the next day its still there so you go in and learn some more stuff. its sort of like that in a cycle until they reckon you've learnt enough stuff. people like me also had several jobs and a fairly normal social life so it was just part of life really.
i wasnt there for endless 'mad japes' and couldnt really afford travelling with my friends and saying it was amaaazing. i studied worked played partied a bit and spent many evenings in the pub same as i would if i had a full time job.
one thing is i still have a dream about twice a year that i am in my final year and havent much chance of passing my exams and my degree course isn't being offered any more so i wont get it. lovely when i wake up and realise i did get it.
walked thru a north london countryside campus last week and we did reminisce how nice it would be to be a student again. with some more money than at the time would be good too. learning something which interests you and not just for a job would be cool too. most of my study was just to get the degree. be fantastic to study parts of history or science which fascinate. you'd be doing one project and enjoying it but already looking forward to the next one and having ideas etc etc.
i dont mind work though. i make the best of my days if i can.
I am still patiently waiting to hear if safc1 was pipped to the post of call centre assistant/bar worker by some bastard who happened to talk properly and would turn up for work on time/do over-time with out grumbling. or if he has a genuine grumble/tale to tell.
Years ago, I went on a 1 week Unix course at Cambridge University, thru my local AEC. I've never seen a dress code change so much in such a short space of time. Day one, we all turn up in collar and ties, strides, smart shoes etc. Most of the other military students were officers, a handful of SNCO's and me and and RAF JNCO. By the Friday, we had all reverted to a semi-grunge look, with t-shirts, ragged arse jeans and trainers. Any longer in that environment, and there would have been multi-coloured dreadlocks, nose rings, face-tattoos, boots fastened up to only three holes, dogs on strings.
I mostly remember it being a week on the piss at taxpayers' expense.