<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299768793587838880</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 08 Nov 2024 15:07:32 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Learning</category><category>Literature</category><category>Social media</category><category>Uni</category><category>parenting</category><title>My Life as a Mature Age Student</title><description>The ramblings of a mother, wife, student.</description><link>http://mylifeasamatureagestudent.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Caz)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>164</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299768793587838880.post-2932121116734873677</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Mar 2016 05:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-03-06T15:55:10.777+10:00</atom:updated><title>To resuscitate or not to resuscitate?</title><atom:summary type="text">





I&#39;m not totally sure what the blogger etiquette&amp;nbsp;is for reviving a blog that hasn&#39;t been in the land of the living for two years but I&#39;m going to attempt to breathe some life into this old girl and see how I go.

I&#39;m still a rambling mature-aged student, wife and mother, so the title and sub-title don&#39;t need to be changed. 

I finished my undergraduate degree - yay!&amp;nbsp; A Bachelor of </atom:summary><link>http://mylifeasamatureagestudent.blogspot.com/2016/03/to-resuscitate-or-not-to-resuscitate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoaDA_CqtCE7LNUt3RTFwVRMlLQbY3ZuWr8P-KdP_mya5MsYvfUbUHRPajHaxA0vG2jc6WMER5-zGiU_SOT_NIWkfjBsh24m1ysW9b4mQGPD6Oj8JRB3NnNBhkVvVPn0xiqkiYhJ5PSm72/s72-c/untitled.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299768793587838880.post-5167449473024386683</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Jan 2014 03:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-01-05T13:22:43.797+10:00</atom:updated><title>Be bold</title><atom:summary type="text">




The Sydney Opera House


With the Christmas/New Year celebrations over, I&#39;ve begun 2014 the way I do every year - by&amp;nbsp;motivating myself&amp;nbsp;to make some changes.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, this is the year I can make it happen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Not that I want to make enormous changes - just the usual:&amp;nbsp; to lose weight and get healthy and to&amp;nbsp;make goals towards a fulfilling career&amp;nbsp;with </atom:summary><link>http://mylifeasamatureagestudent.blogspot.com/2014/01/be-bold.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOYKiGOdus7O_Z9PUryfkgCPDRyQJgCx4xYnnfBrtCdjEcK_EBuz863zLLSYwOuTgdHQ4y1yA0PUtnn6VGWfClKXeUWglttywSZmNMnYtqJx5T4Xh3_koCH5oCZbZdrK_lGdPKiDyxNshV/s72-c/sydney+harbour.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299768793587838880.post-6478605582124539408</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Dec 2013 02:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-12-13T12:03:26.439+10:00</atom:updated><title>Still kicking</title><atom:summary type="text">
Okay, I know I&#39;ve been slack - I don&#39;t even know how long it&#39;s been since my last post.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m too embarrassed to find out.&amp;nbsp; Anyway...if anyone cares, I&#39;m still here; still furiously studying.&amp;nbsp; But the good news is I&#39;m down to my last two subjects and should be finished in 10 weeks!&amp;nbsp; Yes, I can hardly believe it myself...but&amp;nbsp;it&#39;s not over yet.

I have always thought that </atom:summary><link>http://mylifeasamatureagestudent.blogspot.com/2013/12/still-kicking.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caz)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299768793587838880.post-5603987661664286412</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2012 05:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-06T15:58:47.024+10:00</atom:updated><title>Book worm</title><atom:summary type="text">


With the heat hitting an all time high here in Oz, I&#39;ve got the excuse of lolling about in the air conditioning, which gives me lots of time to read.&amp;nbsp; No, not the classics I said I would, but books I don&#39;t have to analyse, critique or review.&amp;nbsp; It feels so good to be able to read a book for the pure pleasure of it.

First up was J K Rowling&#39;s adult fiction, The Casual Vacancy - I like</atom:summary><link>http://mylifeasamatureagestudent.blogspot.com/2012/12/book-worm.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caz)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299768793587838880.post-4539487435968429531</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Nov 2012 10:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-27T20:49:44.843+10:00</atom:updated><title>I must be boring</title><atom:summary type="text">


Photograph:&amp;nbsp; Paul Popper/Popperfoto/Getty Images

Semester two is&amp;nbsp;officially over - u-huh, oh yeah - (just imagine me doing&amp;nbsp;a happy dance)!&amp;nbsp; At last, now that I&#39;m no longer doing summer semester, I can do all those things I&#39;ve been fantasising about for the last three months.&amp;nbsp; 

Let&#39;s see...there&#39;s that enormous list of books I kind of said I&#39;d re-read.&amp;nbsp; And now&amp;</atom:summary><link>http://mylifeasamatureagestudent.blogspot.com/2012/11/am-i-boring.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_3eyU792cRPBeoEXEp_FJwH7kTq1WTpCXnwLYOQfWPmxj1NizfqnGPqfTuusQDzbZ73TLxnG4j3EAPwGnEW2QpstDljGfJnm-Y3zUuFPmhrO3T_bVlvDs5b4kyK14nIs4hMbv6xFciuux/s72-c/Boredom-feature-007.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299768793587838880.post-7091608913972476940</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Nov 2012 01:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-22T11:59:42.507+10:00</atom:updated><title>I love you but please leave!</title><atom:summary type="text">
I love my children, I really do.&amp;nbsp; But God knows, after almost nineteen years of being a mum&amp;nbsp;my patience is worn thin.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve taught them everything I know; I&#39;ve loved them to within an inch of my life; I&#39;ve supported them in every way I know how and I&#39;ve gently nudged them towards independence.&amp;nbsp; So what do you do if they&#39;re not interested in leaving the nest?

SH No. 1 </atom:summary><link>http://mylifeasamatureagestudent.blogspot.com/2012/11/i-love-you-but-please-leave.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caz)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299768793587838880.post-6219985159288372024</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2012 00:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-18T10:56:22.219+10:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Social media</category><title>What, you&#39;re not on Facebook?</title><atom:summary type="text">
This is what a a friend&amp;nbsp;said (well, texted) to me when I told her I was no longer doing the Facebook thing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve deactivated my Facebook account after many weeks of internal conflict and I&#39;ve got to say, it feels quite liberating.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m not dissing social media in the least, I just don&#39;t think it&#39;s quite my thing and much prefer real, live &#39;face to face&#39; (or voice to voice!) </atom:summary><link>http://mylifeasamatureagestudent.blogspot.com/2012/11/what-youre-not-on-facebook.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caz)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299768793587838880.post-6930572217640209287</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Oct 2012 02:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-30T12:30:29.500+10:00</atom:updated><title>I regret to inform you...</title><atom:summary type="text">
My Fellow Mature-aged Bloggers, 

How should I say this?&amp;nbsp; Well, let me see...you know how a couple of posts ago, I told you I was going to take a summer semester course in Intensive Beginners Italian?&amp;nbsp; Well, I regret to inform you that...I&#39;m so tired and I just don&#39;t think I can do it!!!&amp;nbsp; Despite my lecturer telling me it&#39;s a great course; you&#39;ll learn a lot;&amp;nbsp;you&#39;ll get </atom:summary><link>http://mylifeasamatureagestudent.blogspot.com/2012/10/i-regret-to-inform-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caz)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299768793587838880.post-2367450265403055107</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Oct 2012 05:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-19T10:23:21.422+10:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Learning</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Literature</category><title>Dumb and dumber</title><atom:summary type="text">

The beautiful thing about learning is that no one can take it away from you.

B.B. King

I don&#39;t know about you but the longer I stay at university, the dumber I feel and it&#39;s&amp;nbsp;given me great insight into the fact that I can&#39;t know everything because there&#39;s so much to know.&amp;nbsp; And this is the great testament to the saying &#39;lifelong learning&#39;.

However, having said that, what I have </atom:summary><link>http://mylifeasamatureagestudent.blogspot.com/2012/10/dumb-and-dumber.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caz)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299768793587838880.post-5224283781953013399</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Oct 2012 11:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-13T21:14:27.687+10:00</atom:updated><title>I must be mad</title><atom:summary type="text">
I don&#39;t have any words of wisdom this week.&amp;nbsp; The semester is nearing an end and I find myself completely unmotivated to complete the last three assignments.&amp;nbsp; They&#39;re all well spaced out and that may be the reason I&#39;m not my usual stressed-to-the-max self - it feels as if I have all the time in the world, not just three weeks.

That may be the reason why I&#39;ve&amp;nbsp;(stupidly?) enrolled </atom:summary><link>http://mylifeasamatureagestudent.blogspot.com/2012/10/i-must-be-mad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caz)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299768793587838880.post-2935380139690334277</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2012 08:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-03T18:36:04.863+10:00</atom:updated><title>Life&#39;s a beach</title><atom:summary type="text">

Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.



Helen Keller 



Well, escaping for a few days, sans technology, worked wonders.&amp;nbsp; Teenage Daughter had no money for credit, so the phone was out of the question; there was no internet access (well there was but I told them there wasn&#39;t!); and the TV didn&#39;t go on until 7pm at which time&amp;nbsp;we were all so tired, we were&amp;nbsp;in bed by</atom:summary><link>http://mylifeasamatureagestudent.blogspot.com/2012/10/lifes-beach.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caz)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299768793587838880.post-4092434211618085961</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Sep 2012 22:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-26T08:14:01.830+10:00</atom:updated><title>Weapons of mass distraction</title><atom:summary type="text">

Be not afraid of growing slowly; be afraid only of standing still.

Chinese Proverb




The holidays have finally arrived, (albeit an extremely short one - one week) and I&#39;m so looking forward to sitting back and relaxing.&amp;nbsp; So much so, that until this morning,&amp;nbsp;I haven&#39;t turned my computer on since my last lecture - Wednesday last week.&amp;nbsp; Nope, not since then have I seen a single </atom:summary><link>http://mylifeasamatureagestudent.blogspot.com/2012/09/weapons-of-mass-distraction.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caz)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299768793587838880.post-275764043055581096</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Sep 2012 08:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-15T18:11:26.015+10:00</atom:updated><title>Have a breather</title><atom:summary type="text">

Dost thou love life?

Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of.

Benjamin Franklin﻿

I&#39;ve gate-crashed my son and hubby&#39;s boys weekend.&amp;nbsp; Having had&amp;nbsp;another stressful week with assignments and family, I made a spontaneous decision to join them on a weekend up the Coast.&amp;nbsp; They don&#39;t mind - at least they made out like they didn&#39;t!

I haven&#39;t intruded on their</atom:summary><link>http://mylifeasamatureagestudent.blogspot.com/2012/09/have-breather.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caz)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299768793587838880.post-3040655861644432783</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2012 04:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-15T18:14:09.936+10:00</atom:updated><title>Crazy Town</title><atom:summary type="text">

&#39;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure&#39;﻿

Marianne Williamson

Yes, people, I&#39;m still alive and well in the bloggerverse.&amp;nbsp; 

The truth is, for the last couple of weeks I feel as if I&#39;ve been living in Crazy Town.&amp;nbsp; The lull of the first few weeks of semester 2&amp;nbsp;was brutally broken by the sudden&amp;nbsp;crash of </atom:summary><link>http://mylifeasamatureagestudent.blogspot.com/2012/09/crazy-town.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caz)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299768793587838880.post-8430091958856106357</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Aug 2012 05:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-08-11T15:03:46.531+10:00</atom:updated><title>The bitch is back</title><atom:summary type="text">
Yes, I&#39;m back.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve been in hibernation for the last couple of months - didn&#39;t really have much to say.&amp;nbsp; I actually deleted my blog altogether which was rather scarey for a while there.&amp;nbsp; But I figured, I&#39;ve been keeping a record of&amp;nbsp;&#39;my life as a mature age student&#39; for &amp;nbsp;so long, I have to continue.&amp;nbsp; At least until I&#39;ve graduated and I&#39;m no longer a student.&amp;nbsp; </atom:summary><link>http://mylifeasamatureagestudent.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-bitch-is-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caz)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299768793587838880.post-2884531137794825690</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2012 16:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-07T03:04:15.808+10:00</atom:updated><title>The good life</title><atom:summary type="text">Yay, mid-semester break and a chance to take a breather for a week.&amp;nbsp; I was so close to chucking it all in about two weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; However, amid tears and tantrums there was SH No. 1, egging me on and encouraging me I could do it.&amp;nbsp; After two weeks of incessant reading, researching and finishing three 2,ooo word essays, I&#39;ve come out the other end, jubulant and so proud of myself for </atom:summary><link>http://mylifeasamatureagestudent.blogspot.com/2012/04/good-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caz)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299768793587838880.post-6570454894984204372</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2012 05:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-02T16:22:51.164+10:00</atom:updated><title>April Fool</title><atom:summary type="text">It&#39;s 3.00pm.&amp;nbsp; It &#39;s almost the end of an absolutely beautiful weekend, which I&#39;ve once again missed - sitting at my laptop, frantically trying to spew out another assignement and I&#39;ve only JUST realised it&#39;s April Fool&#39;s day!&amp;nbsp; I feel quite sad that I&#39;ve managed to miss another whole day, not having any idea of what&#39;s going on around me.&amp;nbsp; Last weekend was equally as beautiful and I </atom:summary><link>http://mylifeasamatureagestudent.blogspot.com/2012/04/april-fool.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caz)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299768793587838880.post-2314003804840571936</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2012 09:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-04T19:39:53.453+10:00</atom:updated><title>The week that was</title><atom:summary type="text">

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After my near nervous breakdown last week, I have finally come back to my senses.&amp;nbsp; I refuse to quit uni just because I&#39;ve had a stressful week and I realise there are more important things to be worrying about.

My last exam on Friday night went better than the one on Wednesday - I still think I could&#39;ve done better but because it was a literature subject I felt</atom:summary><link>http://mylifeasamatureagestudent.blogspot.com/2012/03/week-that-was.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caz)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299768793587838880.post-518211436968279009</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Feb 2012 23:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-01T20:20:56.345+10:00</atom:updated><title>What should I do?</title><atom:summary type="text">

This is how I feel!

I&#39;m 99.9% sure I failed my Gender exam last night.&amp;nbsp; I spent the whole day before studying and the whole day of the exam trying to be calm and not worry.&amp;nbsp; However, as is usual of my uni life over the last 3 years, there&#39;s always something that gets thrown at me just when I have something important to do and it invariably involves my family.&amp;nbsp; 

While waiting </atom:summary><link>http://mylifeasamatureagestudent.blogspot.com/2012/03/what-should-i-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caz)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299768793587838880.post-3352960451729366678</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Feb 2012 06:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-19T16:32:00.583+10:00</atom:updated><title>Yikes</title><atom:summary type="text">Well, you&#39;ll all be pleased to know I didn&#39;t pull any eyes out of sockets or hair out of scalps.&amp;nbsp; Instead I&#39;ve been panicking about starting back at uni tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I can&#39;t believe&amp;nbsp;it. While I&#39;ve been slaving away with summer semester, it does feel as if I haven&#39;t really left but I&#39;m so nervous about walking back into that lecture hall.&amp;nbsp; 

I feel as&amp;nbsp;I did two and a half </atom:summary><link>http://mylifeasamatureagestudent.blogspot.com/2012/02/yikes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caz)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299768793587838880.post-7934205041250708253</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Feb 2012 10:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-14T20:45:28.107+10:00</atom:updated><title>Mean girls</title><atom:summary type="text">You know, sometimes I absolutely love having daughters.&amp;nbsp; Growing up in a household with three brothers, I yearned for a sister and swore I would&amp;nbsp;have two little&amp;nbsp;girls when I had babies.&amp;nbsp; As it turned out I did have two little girls, 21 months apart and it was heaven (well not all the time but most of the time).&amp;nbsp; Now that they&#39;re older, sometimes I feel so connected to </atom:summary><link>http://mylifeasamatureagestudent.blogspot.com/2012/02/mean-girls.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caz)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299768793587838880.post-9021160249285780073</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 05:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-08T16:08:06.957+10:00</atom:updated><title>Honkers</title><atom:summary type="text">

I have a horn and I&#39;m not afraid to use it


Okay, I&#39;ll admit it...I&#39;m a honker.&amp;nbsp; While I consider myself to be a very considerate driver,&amp;nbsp;if you break the rules and cause harm to everyone else, I&#39;ll give you a honk!

The school drop off is the worst.&amp;nbsp; Parking on the very corner of the street, blocking all other traffic because you can&#39;t be bothered parking further away and your </atom:summary><link>http://mylifeasamatureagestudent.blogspot.com/2012/02/honkers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caz)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299768793587838880.post-8112370400376443104</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 23:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-01T09:48:00.057+10:00</atom:updated><title>Slavery</title><atom:summary type="text">Having scrubbed the house from top to bottom this morning, I am absolutely exhausted and utterly over being a &#39;domestic goddess&#39;.&amp;nbsp; My hands smell of bleach and any thoughts I had earlier about getting it all done and then sitting in front of my books have gone out the window - my motivation is zero.&amp;nbsp; 

I&#39;ve been doing house work for almost twenty years and I&amp;nbsp;don&#39;t want to do it any</atom:summary><link>http://mylifeasamatureagestudent.blogspot.com/2012/02/slavery.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caz)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299768793587838880.post-2290343918580665986</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 00:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-25T10:10:26.608+10:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Uni</category><title>All&#39;s well</title><atom:summary type="text">Don&#39;t worry, I&#39;m not going to regale you with my never-ending parenting wisdom (and lack thereof!) - God, how utterly boring I&#39;ve been!&amp;nbsp; 

My summer semester is almost over and now the kids are back at school (oops, there they are again - sorry folks!), I have the whole day to myself to catch up on reading, writing and posting.&amp;nbsp; I have enjoyed my Gender, History and Culture course </atom:summary><link>http://mylifeasamatureagestudent.blogspot.com/2012/01/alls-well.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caz)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299768793587838880.post-4474828806700964872</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2012 00:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-14T12:04:14.071+10:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><title>Great expectations</title><atom:summary type="text">Today my eldest is 18 - an adult!&amp;nbsp; Instead of being known as TD No. 1, she&#39;ll now be AD No. 1!&amp;nbsp; She can now drive (technically she&#39;s been able to do this since she was 17 but&amp;nbsp;still won&#39;t get her licence!), vote, drink (legally!) and get herself to work!!&amp;nbsp; She&#39;s also just been accepted into university.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s hard to believe I have a child who is an adult and&amp;nbsp;it&#39;s&amp;nbsp</atom:summary><link>http://mylifeasamatureagestudent.blogspot.com/2012/01/today-my-eldest-is-18-adult-instead-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caz)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item></channel></rss>