Doing a life laundry at Ma’s house the other week, which involved a 9-5 day of convincing Mother that she no longer needed the broken shelving in the garage, or the natty 80’s woolly jumper or indeed the very tatty ‘churches in bedfordshire’ book, inspired me to do some of the same. So yesterday whilst it was blowy and ‘orrid outside, I sat down with a box of folders from my university days at Warwickana.
It was quite indulgent going through these files of seminar notes, lecture doodles and essays (one tutor consistently gave me 63 for everything I ever produced in her module..grrr). I was actually quite neat and methodical, looking back, and very good at drawing tiny weeny stars over all my notes in duller seminars by the looks of it. The old names of Dr Whitehead, Grainne Walshe and Paulina Palmer also brought back some lovely memories of intense literary discussions and I remembered that I actually used to use my brain….lots!
My notes on the Epic module and Mediaeval literature conveyed that this wasn’t my fave subject at all (Mediaeval to be fair was on a Thursday morning at 9am – after the Wednesday night of sports socials…you can imagine), and I clearly put more effort into furiously writing about modern women’s literature and American poetry. Idle daydreaming over, anyways, I chucked most of my stuff, keeping just essays (I put lots into them, they are worth saving aren’t they) and my poetry module notes. Poetry specifically is being kept as I’ve just started a writing poetry course with the OU, and you never know, my dusty 10 year old notes might just help…




