RETURNING TO UNIVERSITY AS A MATURE STUENT: REDEFINING TIME AND PLACE
When I started my undergrad in 2009, we hated mature students. They were so clever. So confident. So fashionable. So fully formed as people. Now that I’ve returned to university as a mature master’s student at the decrepit age of 31, I’m sometimes afraid to open my mouth.
IS THERE A STIGMA AROUND BEING A STUDENT?
Despite the common conception many may hold of students – unproductive and antisocial agents of chaos hurricaning through the streets in a malaise of cans and contraceptives – it has to be said that, like the rest of society, the studying class haven’t had the easiest time of it lately.