Although they never said it at the time, my parents would have been justified in feeling pretty miffed at the way I squandered my time through university in the clubs and bars of Swansea. But I got through with a modest Psychology degree, a hang-gliding pilot’s certificate, some excellent friends and despite strenuous efforts to the contrary, a clean bill of health.
This week my eldest son graduated from Notts with a 2:1 in History. Proud parents attended. In typically strategic manner, he described his result as “efficient” – this meaning maximum leisure time for the optimum result. Any higher grade would have meant a massive increase in effort but any less drinking-time would’ve been a bore.
It’s a bit like hi-fi; there comes a point when improving the sound by one iota requires a massive uplift in spend. Finding the right level of efficiency is key in many things – running included, but enjoying it along the way is essential.
The Vice-Chancellor dished out 1,000 certificates that morning and another 1,000 that hot afternoon in the sports hall – just one of 6 days of continuous certificate-dishing that Notts Uni alone did last week. And this is happening up and down the country.
Job-market watch out!