Back to School: Round 2, Week 9

One more week to go! Or so I thought...

There is an extra week that I've opted to take. The school is running a Solar Photovoltaic Installation course that is funded by the Ministry of Training as an update clinic for any apprentices and journeymen. I figured that I'm in school mode anyways, and if I don't have to pay for it, it would be good to add to my skill set.

Apart from that, the learning is done! Now just review and study, study, study. Next week we have at least one, and sometimes two tests per day. A couple of classes include both a written and a practical portion of testing. Just about every evening next week is going to be dedicated to review stuff for the test the day before. I'm not going to get too carried away with as. I figure if I don't know it by now, cramming isn't going to add much more.

I was putting away laundry this weekend, when I realized I'll have to go back to wearing work shirts and pants 5 days a week. Over the last 9 weeks of school, I'd gotten used to dressing myself and actually figuring out again what my individual fashion sense is. Some days I was completely stumped having to pick an outfit. It sounds silly but there's a lot of clothes I don't get to wear that often anymore.

This past week was quiet around the school. It was reading week for all of the other full time programs, so just the apprenticeship blocks still had classes. I managed to actually get the use of a ping pong table, which I haven't played in years. We had a lot of time to kill on Friday, so we played nearly 2 hours.

I'm definitely itching to get back to work. It will be nice to see what I've learned and how that will apply to the things I've been doing.

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