Well I read this
as a very good attempt to describe a life changing event without gloating, preening or putting others down too much.

But then I'm old enough to be able to discern a sub-text.

I too was a mature student (29 in my case), but then so was Mrs G, at the same time (different uni, same city). I tended to hang around with other mature students, mainly because they were mature.

If I get time, I'll post my own story - more sob than happy ending though.

All the best TRL; I know these well-thought-out replies to your piece are probably making you doubt your life choices over the past decade, but don't let them make you cry - they're not worth it.
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Tue 7 May 2013, 14:06, 1 reply)

Thank you.
I really don't let the internet fuckwits bother me. I mean, why deprive them of a place to vent? They're already suffering enough as this seems to be their main social outlet in life. I really don't like to think about what their existences are really like away from the computer- it's just too depressing.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Tue 7 May 2013, 22:12, closed)