First day of school, they pulled his hair




Just a few hours ago, it was the first day of school for me at James Cook University. For the past 3 years i never could visualise myself at where I am, sitting alone at the back of a classroom pulling my own hair while recollected the syllabus along my rusty synapses continuing my journey into 4th Year Psychology.

My heart was racing literally as the class commenced. That nostalgic archaismic sensation was resurected at the pits of my chest. It was a feeling of sheer cold and fear. Once again, I have becomed a student. It is however comforting to discover that I have aquired a medley of perspectives, experience and understanding over the past 2 years in the army and working as a teacher. I am able now to delve deep into the lecture and picture every scenario ascribed on the slides.

There is much to catch up on and doing that is paramount as I continue striving through the densed course while taking on a full time job but I know and always must remember, that without Christ I can do nothing. It is like the good old times that will never die.