Well I did … just about … but, as you can see, the MA doesn’t leave much time for blogging! It keeps me very, very busy! The good news is that the staff and students have been wonderfully welcoming and the course has been very varied and interesting and has really widened my horizons. I have seen real papyri and handled real Greek and Roman coins, learned about inter-textuallity and what goes into writing a commentary (lots of work going on in that area). I have improved my Greek – well at least I have got back to the standard I once reached with the Open University and nudged forward a little bit from it – why is Greek so slippery? I have also enjoyed studying different approaches to Greek Myth with a really lively group of fellow-students, herded like very wild cats by the admirably dramatic Emma Griffiths. I am still knee deep in the Oresteia but am hoping to kick the addiction or at least widen my interest to encompass other tragedies and to do some research on how tragedy (and possibly other literature) was used to encourage virtue. And what do I mean by ‘encourage’ and ‘virtue’ you might well ask … lots of thinking and reading to get on with there!
I think the highlight of the course has been the open seminars on Thursday evening. They are open to anyone interested in Classics so you could probably drop in if you were near the Samuel Alexander Building at 5 o’clock in term time. The speaker delivers a paper and everyone is then invited for wine and nibbles followed by an optional meal out where further wine (or beer) and discussion can be enjoyed. Those who have studied Classics with me and / or been out drinking with me will appreciate how happy this all makes me.
On the down side, life has been really challenging around the course. Moving from Flint to Manchester and finding a flat where my sons can visit occasionally and where I can be really near the university has meant leaving behind my dog and cat with my Mam. Finding the flat and moving in just as my car packed up was very trying and I still haven’t resolved how to get rid of the poor thing which is languishing under a SORN declaration in my cousin’s garage having failed its MOT. The flat has had various problems which I am now coming to see as features of the Manchester environment. It is extremely wet! When it rains (which is pretty much all the time) water comes in under the door of the flat to a distance of about 8 feet and makes a fairly deep puddle – I have to wear Crocs to walk around … The inlet valve to the toilet cistern doesn’t close fully so if you don’t turn the water off at the stop-cock, it spills over the top – it doesn’t have a handy overflow system like some toilets do … maybe this sort of thing is normal here – certainly the plumber who visited twice didn’t seem to have sufficient determination to fix it … I have been promised a new plumber in the New Year … oh joy! I have, thankfully managed to get the landlord to pay for taking up all the lino and underlay which had become sodden and mouldy because of the leaking toilet so the flat smells a lot better, but I am sure the carpet in the hall will get in on the act soon enough …
And now, unsurprisingly I have a stinking cold and wheezy cough, probably also a badge of honour in this climate. I will survive …. probably, but don’t hold your breath till the next exciting episode