What Next

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Well -that's it. My time with The Open University has come to an end. Degree complete -results due early August (waiting nervously, biting nails, chewing wood -you know how it is)
Thinking about progressing onto the Masters in Creative Writing but not until next year. For now, it's time to write.
I'm surprised by my sense of loss actually - just proves how addictive the Open University is. All the things I've been putting off for the past 4 years now seem so insignificant and unappealing.

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  1. Mike4 July 2011 at 07:10

    I felt the same when I finished (my final course result turned up in March).

    So I immediately signed up for another course, to complete a Diploma in Music, which starts in October.

    Grab those extra courses now, before they put the prices up. Amazing to think, though, that you can still get an Honours degree for less than six months tuition fees at most other universities, isn't it?

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  2. Suzy Henderson5 July 2011 at 20:49

    Hi Mike. Yes it sure is. Thanks for 'signing up' by the way -I remember you from A215 I think but definitely A363. It's a shame the OU don't offer the MA in Creative Writing. I think I'm going to take a year off and just write. I have to keep going and I don't fancy any other courses just yet. Good luck with the music course.

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