The study is unrecognisable.
For the past three years there have been piles of books, discarded story drafts, stellar maps, music scores including the complete orchestral score for the March from The Little Suite by Trevor Duncan (the theme from Dr Finlay, should anyone be old enough to remember that), various calculators including one that I still have to check out the instructions for in order to use it, heaps of graph paper sporting unlikely curves of equally doubtful looking equations, results from an experiment to calculate the water content of a potato by nuking it in the microwave, company account trading summaries spread over pages and pages of Excel spreadsheets, family history references, photographs… You get the picture?
Three years of OU modules, from book-keeping to maths, science to astronomy, music technology to creative writing in various guises. Loose papers neatly filed away, text books carefully shelved, notebooks ditto.
One BA in prospect come A363’s result.
And an empty desk.
What to do?