I suspect that most of us from time to time muse on the past and the plans we had we were young. I had various ideas about what I was going to "do" when I grew up. For quite a long time when I was very young I wanted to be a teacher and then later I wanted to be a doctor or, possibly, a vet. Those ideas were a bit vague and eventually faded. In my teens, pre-university, the idea of working in the diplomatic corps of the Foreign Office took hold. I was already fluent in a couple of languages with an aptitude for learning more (which I since have) and had travelled widely throughout Europe. Although a chatterbox, I was good at keeping secrets when necessary, hugely articulate and, again if necessary (or I wanted to), could charm the birds from the trees.
However, I hit a wall that simply shattered those dreams. Things may have changed since the UK joined the EU and so may change again in the current Brexit climate. However, as I had a parent who was a foreign national – albeit a European whose country hadn't been an enemy for some centuries – I was, apparently, ineligible. Deciding that I didn't want to go to Cambridge University probably didn't help either.
I was actually quite distraught when I found out that I was ineligible. I went off and did quite different – enjoyable, satisfying and rewarding – things after university. Strangely enough, they also included teaching although not in the formal setting of a school.
How different life would have been. Would it have been better? Who knows? I am sure there are Gransnetters who did fulfil their youthful ambitions, but, undoubtedly some did not. For some these might have been blessings and for others, there may be regrets. Just a little bit of me still has a little bit of regret. Too late now and too much water under the bridge.
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