So 2011 is meant to be "The Year of Living Dangerously" and up until this point, all my posts have been about the past and all that 2010 had to offer.
You would be forgiven for thinking the title of my blog relates to what happened last year and not what is (potentially) to come. I will try and sort some of that out now.
Consider this an interlude then, for my flashbacks of the year that was and an introduction to the year that will be...
But, make no mistake, while it may appear that all I did in 2010 was experience the world and everything it has to offer, I am still not done and there are a number of aforementioned flashbacks still to come, you mark my words!
Let's come back to the future then.
2011 (and the blog that it inspired) is classified as "The Year of Living Dangerously (or not...)" for one main reason: This is the year that I go back to school. Fortuntately, there are no scottish inspired uniforms to wear (you will relate if yours had any form of tartan incorporated into it...)
This is also the reason for the bookshelf inspired template my blog resides on. There was method in my madness for selecting this, and although it is appropriate, I do fear that even the number of books represented in my home page may not be enough to properly do justice to the volume I will be expected to consume over the next two years. Sad as this may be, I am looking forward to getting taught a thing or two and to even, perhaps, be able to apply it in my career.
I shall be keeping the Gordon Institute of Business Science (GIBS) honest when it comes to assessing this and its success.
On the plus side, hopefully I can get my hands on a University of Pretoria student card (as I am now a Tukkies student) and make use of all those handy student benefits associated with this little plastic goldmine.
What all of this means is: I will be spending a lot of time in lectures, my schedule is a mess, I will miss out on a lot of personal time and social interaction (hermit?) and whatever work I have to do for the bank will have to be done over and above my studies, projects, group work and whatever else they throw my way. I also have to, somewhere, somehow, go home and actually have a life...or Helen will end mine. Period.
If this isn't The Year of Living Dangerously, then I don't know what is :)
(except this time I play the lead role, not Mel Gibson...which is a good thing, as he is a little strange...)