Back to School: Round 3, Week 1

This is it! The final block of schooling for my apprenticeship! After this, I have enough hours to switch from Apprentice Class to Journeyperson Candidate, which means I have completed the requirements for my apprenticeship, and qualify to write my Certificate of Qualification exam.

I'll be honest this first week of school has been tough, as I've been dealing with the fallout from a car accident two weeks ago. Thankfully the first week is mostly introduction to the courses and some review from the last term. Due to the college strike last Fall, our 10 week course has been reduced down to 9. The classroom hours are the same, just spread out over less weeks. In addition to that, the Certificate of Qualification Prep Course has been made mandatory by the Ministry of Advanced Education and Skills Development.

The Certificate of Qualification exam has such a high fail rate (for its high level of difficulty) that many people have to take it a second or third time. To assist those to pass on the first attempt, they've changed the rules on the prep course. The only issue with the method of distribution for our group is that the classes run concurrent to our Advanced level classes. We haven't learnt everything we may be tested on yet. Previously it would run as an extra week after you've completed the normal 10 weeks of trade school. It certainly adds to our workload.

Even though it's been a couple years since the last time I was in school, it's not taking to long to clear out the cobwebs. In no time, I'll be right back on my game, and ideally by the end, ready to rock the exam to get my license!

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