And now, the end is near...
Tis true, this will be the last officially endorsed blog entry of the year (although there is a possibility of a 'farewell blog' tour but at the moment I am in discussion with the promoters on that one-so I can say no more).
I took my last exam on Monday and since then have been technically unemployed.
**Note to self-I still cannot type 'employed' (or any variants)-even though I must have typed it about 500 times during the year-it invariably comes out as 'emplyed')**
I haven't got around to making an official claim but that kinds of sums me up rather well at the moment-rudderless and unmotivated.
I do have to go into town tomorrow-so perhaps then...
Regular readers will know not to hold their breath.
Moving swiftly on-how did the exams go?
Weeeeell, I think that my earlier theory was correct-but not necessarily for the reason that I thought. For those who can't be bothered to read back (And to cover myself if I didn't write anything about it since I can't be bothered to read back either) My theory was that the electives would give a much more diverse selection of marks because if the trend of marking that existed in the compulsories continued in the electives then about half the people on the course would be on line for a distinction-so there had to be a reckoning.
My idea was that the marking would be stricter.
That may still be true-but it also appears that the exams were a step-up in difficulty from the ones in the compulsories. During the compulsories we were spoon fed with examples and 'points to note', many of which came up in a very similar form during the exam. This was not the case in the elective exams (at least the ones I took) there was more of a 'you have the knowledge-now apply it to cases that you have not directly covered'.
Judging from the reaction after, I think this did trip a few people up. Last night I went for a gentle 'drinkie' with some former classmates and every single one of them admitted to a possible pass/fail scenario. This may have been normal post-exam modesty but I felt that it was a little closer to the truth than that. For the record-I don't believe that any of them have actually failed an exam (my view is that you have to do really badly to fail-the College do not want to spend half their Summer preparing and marking retake papers) but it is probable that the average mark will come down.
Speaking personally, the College were kind to me-my exams were well spaced out (much like me last night), so I had plenty of opportunity to replenish my energy levels between them.
Interesting nerdy point-if you plotted a graph of my exam results for the week of the compulsories they form an almost perfect downwards sloping straight line-on that reckoning if I had taken two more papers, I would have failed the second. Were the effects of fatigue that marked?
But I digress. My first exam of the batch was employment-regular readers will remember that this paper was worrying me the most (since the tutor was as effective as a chocolate fireguard). As it happens-it was a generous paper. Our tutor's not quite so subtle hint about TUPE was reflected in a question worth 55 marks out of 100. With a couple of smaller questions to garner a few more marks it was far less worrisome than I had expected.
Saying that-I was not in the same boat as a classmate whose birthday it was that day. How awful is that? During my (very) long academic past I have had to revise on my birthday (at least in theory) but never to actually have to sit a paper.
So, my heart goes out to her-that must have been horrible. After the exam she did make the unexpected decision to have a birthday drinkie with me. So she drove us to a pub by the river-lovely spot by the way and we had 1 drink-that was her absolute limit since she had to go back and study (she prefers to study at night).
Embarrassing story alert-readers who do not enjoy others indulging in cringeworthy behaviour should move on.
OK, having set the scene, I'll continue. We have finished our drinks and she proceeds to drive me home. Both are us are feeling the post-exam euphoria, the glow of friendship and a small amount of alcohol.
During the drive, I note that her control of the car is not as perfect as usual and she is giggling a bit and saying she is 'feeling drunk'. She drops me off, I ask if she would like to come up to the flat (in theory to make her a coffee and let the booze work its effects off) but she is adamant that she has to get back.
Fair enough, she has a 45 minute drive home (on a good day), so we say our goodbyes.
About 2 hours later, I call her. Provisionally to give her the results of some research she had asked me to do but also to make sure that she had got back safely.
No reply. Fair enough-could be lots of reasons for that. Perhaps her family/friends had surprised her and taken her out for a meal.
I gave it an hour and tried again
No reply.
I tried an hour later-no reply. This time I left a message on her ansaphone giving her the answer to her research question.
Next day, I tried to get through from about noon onwards-no reply. Always that bloody ansaphone. Now I am worried-this becomes very worried as the day progresses. By late evening I am almost frantic. As I say she lives many miles away and I don't have an address to call on. In my mind I start to see hospitals/car wreckage/policeman making house-calls.
For a non-Catholic I have a highly developed sense of guilt.
Now, the next day I have two exams-one of which she must attend (it's conduct and everyone must take that). So, I decided to call it a night and get some sleep. The plan was thatI would check up on her next day and she she hadn't taken the exam then I would go to our tutor and see if he could contact her next of kin for news.
I did not sleep well. It was not as bad as for my last OU exam where I stared at the clock all night and can only remember a 'blank zone' between 5:50 am and 5:55-but it was bad. I reckon that I got between 1 and 2 hours at the most.
My first exam was Welfare and Immigration. I had high hopes for this paper. The tutor who had taken me for my best compulsory subject had taught this and I was well prepped. The lead up to the exam did not go well. I arrived in good time-changed into fresh clothes and sat and read the newspaper until I was ready to check my room allocation and take my place.
Now I don't think I actually fell asleep but I certainly lost a few minutes. When I checked my watch I realised that I had less than 5 minutes to get to my seat. So I moved sharpish to the room allocation notice.
Oh my god!
My exam is in a room on the other side of campus! Now Guildford is not a large site but it took a couple of minutes to get there-I found my seat. We are in a very large room and I am suprised how many students are sitting this exam-there must be about 50 of us-and there's only 7 others in my class!
The good news is that my seat is well placed-even better I have a vacant desk next to me. This is ideal and lay out my books and folder on it-this gives me lots of room to write.
Excellent!
Note to anybody from the College of Law who may read this-your desks are rubbish.
The chairs are about 2-3 inches too high to use them properly with the desks. To someone who is a 'big' six footer-this puts enormous stress on my back.
To sit these papers I literally have to stoop over them. Be warned-any sign of future back trouble and I will sue.
Now there's irony for you. They teach you how to fight but don't expect you to use their own weapons against them.
And while I'm on this tack-the desk are square(ish) and only about 2 foot along a side. For an open note exam-you will probably have one A4 textbook (at least), at least 1 A4 ring binder. There will be an A4 question book, an A4 answer book-maybe an extra A4 booklet for forms, maybe an A4 multiple choice paper.
On top of that you have your own kit;
Well, here's the thing-I have an empty 2 foot square table next to me, so I put my unwanted stuff on it. This way it's closer (saving vital seconds) and more importantly I don't have to lean down and put even more strain on my back. Remember that I am already stooping to use the desk. Sorted!
Except...
No, this isn't allowed. The invigilator proceeds (once the exam has started) to berate me (out loud in front of the nearby students) for doing this and orders me to put my things on the floor. Apparently, it gives me an unfair advantage and all the other students would want the same. Very begrudgingly I do as instructed.
My happy-bunniness meter is not showing a high score.
The exam is a good one-I could answer all of it (probably quite well if I had not been so tired). My timing is good and I finish it with a few seconds to spare. I am a little concerned with some of my answers but when I give my closest friend from the course a gentle 'probing' after the exam it seems that we are in agreement about all the major points.
I now have another problem-it's just under two hours to my next exam. What shall I do? I am too shattered to spend any time revising-and my worries about my friend and her instant death when her car spun out of control and hit the orphanage before exploding in a fireball that took out the nearby oil refinery are starting to get alarming.
And now time for another appallingly embarrassing substory-some readers will know that I dedicated this blog in the very first entry to a former friend who started me off on the legal-road. To my eternal shame I was even composing this entry in my head;
"I started this blog with a dedication to a friend who passed away before hearing that I had successfully passed my law degree and I must end it with a dedication to another friend who died tragically (when her car hit a low flying jumbo jet causing the jet to collide with the House of Parliament and putting the country into the anarchic chaos we now face) before we found out that we had both passed the LPC"
I was even working out where to put the trophy for the 'blog of the year' award...
I hung around the room allocation board-hoping that she would show and my guilt could be shed.
I took my last exam on Monday and since then have been technically unemployed.
**Note to self-I still cannot type 'employed' (or any variants)-even though I must have typed it about 500 times during the year-it invariably comes out as 'emplyed')**
I haven't got around to making an official claim but that kinds of sums me up rather well at the moment-rudderless and unmotivated.
I do have to go into town tomorrow-so perhaps then...
Regular readers will know not to hold their breath.
Moving swiftly on-how did the exams go?
Weeeeell, I think that my earlier theory was correct-but not necessarily for the reason that I thought. For those who can't be bothered to read back (And to cover myself if I didn't write anything about it since I can't be bothered to read back either) My theory was that the electives would give a much more diverse selection of marks because if the trend of marking that existed in the compulsories continued in the electives then about half the people on the course would be on line for a distinction-so there had to be a reckoning.
My idea was that the marking would be stricter.
That may still be true-but it also appears that the exams were a step-up in difficulty from the ones in the compulsories. During the compulsories we were spoon fed with examples and 'points to note', many of which came up in a very similar form during the exam. This was not the case in the elective exams (at least the ones I took) there was more of a 'you have the knowledge-now apply it to cases that you have not directly covered'.
Judging from the reaction after, I think this did trip a few people up. Last night I went for a gentle 'drinkie' with some former classmates and every single one of them admitted to a possible pass/fail scenario. This may have been normal post-exam modesty but I felt that it was a little closer to the truth than that. For the record-I don't believe that any of them have actually failed an exam (my view is that you have to do really badly to fail-the College do not want to spend half their Summer preparing and marking retake papers) but it is probable that the average mark will come down.
Speaking personally, the College were kind to me-my exams were well spaced out (much like me last night), so I had plenty of opportunity to replenish my energy levels between them.
Interesting nerdy point-if you plotted a graph of my exam results for the week of the compulsories they form an almost perfect downwards sloping straight line-on that reckoning if I had taken two more papers, I would have failed the second. Were the effects of fatigue that marked?
But I digress. My first exam of the batch was employment-regular readers will remember that this paper was worrying me the most (since the tutor was as effective as a chocolate fireguard). As it happens-it was a generous paper. Our tutor's not quite so subtle hint about TUPE was reflected in a question worth 55 marks out of 100. With a couple of smaller questions to garner a few more marks it was far less worrisome than I had expected.
Saying that-I was not in the same boat as a classmate whose birthday it was that day. How awful is that? During my (very) long academic past I have had to revise on my birthday (at least in theory) but never to actually have to sit a paper.
So, my heart goes out to her-that must have been horrible. After the exam she did make the unexpected decision to have a birthday drinkie with me. So she drove us to a pub by the river-lovely spot by the way and we had 1 drink-that was her absolute limit since she had to go back and study (she prefers to study at night).
Embarrassing story alert-readers who do not enjoy others indulging in cringeworthy behaviour should move on.
OK, having set the scene, I'll continue. We have finished our drinks and she proceeds to drive me home. Both are us are feeling the post-exam euphoria, the glow of friendship and a small amount of alcohol.
During the drive, I note that her control of the car is not as perfect as usual and she is giggling a bit and saying she is 'feeling drunk'. She drops me off, I ask if she would like to come up to the flat (in theory to make her a coffee and let the booze work its effects off) but she is adamant that she has to get back.
Fair enough, she has a 45 minute drive home (on a good day), so we say our goodbyes.
About 2 hours later, I call her. Provisionally to give her the results of some research she had asked me to do but also to make sure that she had got back safely.
No reply. Fair enough-could be lots of reasons for that. Perhaps her family/friends had surprised her and taken her out for a meal.
I gave it an hour and tried again
No reply.
I tried an hour later-no reply. This time I left a message on her ansaphone giving her the answer to her research question.
Next day, I tried to get through from about noon onwards-no reply. Always that bloody ansaphone. Now I am worried-this becomes very worried as the day progresses. By late evening I am almost frantic. As I say she lives many miles away and I don't have an address to call on. In my mind I start to see hospitals/car wreckage/policeman making house-calls.
For a non-Catholic I have a highly developed sense of guilt.
- Was this my fault?
- Should I have insisted that she drank no alcohol?
- Should I have insisted that she didn't drive away when she did?
Now, the next day I have two exams-one of which she must attend (it's conduct and everyone must take that). So, I decided to call it a night and get some sleep. The plan was thatI would check up on her next day and she she hadn't taken the exam then I would go to our tutor and see if he could contact her next of kin for news.
I did not sleep well. It was not as bad as for my last OU exam where I stared at the clock all night and can only remember a 'blank zone' between 5:50 am and 5:55-but it was bad. I reckon that I got between 1 and 2 hours at the most.
My first exam was Welfare and Immigration. I had high hopes for this paper. The tutor who had taken me for my best compulsory subject had taught this and I was well prepped. The lead up to the exam did not go well. I arrived in good time-changed into fresh clothes and sat and read the newspaper until I was ready to check my room allocation and take my place.
Now I don't think I actually fell asleep but I certainly lost a few minutes. When I checked my watch I realised that I had less than 5 minutes to get to my seat. So I moved sharpish to the room allocation notice.
Oh my god!
My exam is in a room on the other side of campus! Now Guildford is not a large site but it took a couple of minutes to get there-I found my seat. We are in a very large room and I am suprised how many students are sitting this exam-there must be about 50 of us-and there's only 7 others in my class!
The good news is that my seat is well placed-even better I have a vacant desk next to me. This is ideal and lay out my books and folder on it-this gives me lots of room to write.
Excellent!
Note to anybody from the College of Law who may read this-your desks are rubbish.
The chairs are about 2-3 inches too high to use them properly with the desks. To someone who is a 'big' six footer-this puts enormous stress on my back.
To sit these papers I literally have to stoop over them. Be warned-any sign of future back trouble and I will sue.
Now there's irony for you. They teach you how to fight but don't expect you to use their own weapons against them.
And while I'm on this tack-the desk are square(ish) and only about 2 foot along a side. For an open note exam-you will probably have one A4 textbook (at least), at least 1 A4 ring binder. There will be an A4 question book, an A4 answer book-maybe an extra A4 booklet for forms, maybe an A4 multiple choice paper.
On top of that you have your own kit;
- Pens
- Calculater
- Pencils/tippex/rulers etc
- Fluid for refreshment
- Sweets/chocolate
- A gonk (or similar)
Well, here's the thing-I have an empty 2 foot square table next to me, so I put my unwanted stuff on it. This way it's closer (saving vital seconds) and more importantly I don't have to lean down and put even more strain on my back. Remember that I am already stooping to use the desk. Sorted!
Except...
No, this isn't allowed. The invigilator proceeds (once the exam has started) to berate me (out loud in front of the nearby students) for doing this and orders me to put my things on the floor. Apparently, it gives me an unfair advantage and all the other students would want the same. Very begrudgingly I do as instructed.
My happy-bunniness meter is not showing a high score.
The exam is a good one-I could answer all of it (probably quite well if I had not been so tired). My timing is good and I finish it with a few seconds to spare. I am a little concerned with some of my answers but when I give my closest friend from the course a gentle 'probing' after the exam it seems that we are in agreement about all the major points.
I now have another problem-it's just under two hours to my next exam. What shall I do? I am too shattered to spend any time revising-and my worries about my friend and her instant death when her car spun out of control and hit the orphanage before exploding in a fireball that took out the nearby oil refinery are starting to get alarming.
And now time for another appallingly embarrassing substory-some readers will know that I dedicated this blog in the very first entry to a former friend who started me off on the legal-road. To my eternal shame I was even composing this entry in my head;
"I started this blog with a dedication to a friend who passed away before hearing that I had successfully passed my law degree and I must end it with a dedication to another friend who died tragically (when her car hit a low flying jumbo jet causing the jet to collide with the House of Parliament and putting the country into the anarchic chaos we now face) before we found out that we had both passed the LPC"
I was even working out where to put the trophy for the 'blog of the year' award...
I hung around the room allocation board-hoping that she would show and my guilt could be shed.
With barely 5 minutes to go she showed up!!!!
My relief was immense-although my disappointment about losing the award also hurt badly. She had no time for me then and shot off to her conduct paper.
The paper? This was awful-it really sucked the big one. Careful readers will remember that I jokingly remarked that my failure to go to a conduct refresher might 'bite me in the arse' later. Well, I have to say that I feel a bit uncomfortable as I sit here. It was appalling. If it had been pass/fail paper then I would have failed.
On a provisional count I reckon that I got mid 20s-that sees me to a pass.
I tried to meet my friend after to find out what had happened but she had to go elsewhere. She hasn't contacted me since. Obviously I had done something seriously wrong when she had dropped me off after her birthday drink...
(C) Frank Sinatra/Paul Anka with the odd adjustment by Paul Salmon
The paper? This was awful-it really sucked the big one. Careful readers will remember that I jokingly remarked that my failure to go to a conduct refresher might 'bite me in the arse' later. Well, I have to say that I feel a bit uncomfortable as I sit here. It was appalling. If it had been pass/fail paper then I would have failed.
End of story.
Luckily, this was the paper than I had previously scored 32 out of 40 on and only needed 18 out of 60.On a provisional count I reckon that I got mid 20s-that sees me to a pass.
Just.
I tried to meet my friend after to find out what had happened but she had to go elsewhere. She hasn't contacted me since. Obviously I had done something seriously wrong when she had dropped me off after her birthday drink...
Perhaps I shouldn't have suggested that we popped in for a 'quick one'.
Ho hum.
Embarrassing story finish-readers with decorum may pick up the story here.
So, nearly at the end-I have just one exam to go. Advanced criminal should be my best paper. It is my love, my major reason for coming to Guildford to do the LPC and my future. Luckily I have a whole long weekend to get properly prepped for it.
The day approaches-I feel like a heavyweight champion going into the ring.
Confidence? I reek of it, people around me are getting inebriated on my positive vibes. I border on arrogance.
Regular readers will know what is coming next...
The paper is hideous.
It's a fair paper however-everything in it came up (in some way) in the course but the areas that I was confident on and expected questions about are curiously absent. For me, the killer is that we are expected to complete 2 forms for 24 marks (almost 1/4 of the paper's tital marks).
That's it, just complete two forms-with roughly 3 sections per form. I looked desperately through the paper for the one piece of information that I needed to do a good job on the forms but couldn't find it-so I improvised. Only after the exam when I was talking to a class-mate did she tell me that it was there all along.
And that's it. All done. My guesses for my marks are;
Employment-around 70
Welfare/immigration-around 70 (but higher than for employment)
Conduct-possibly 24-25 out of 60
Advanced criminal-now this is a tricky one;
And that's it-the diary is done.
What are my conclusions?
On the personal side, I have loved my year here. The LPC was far more fun than I thought it ever could be. As a person I have become more confident and positive. No longer do I have the feeling that my legal knowledge/quality of my degree is less than that of someone from a traditional university-I now acknowledge that my degree is the equal of any student that I met.
I have come across some truly lovely people who have helped give me some fantasic memories and I would like to thank them from the bottom of my heart.
Academically: The course is testing and superbly structured. The first weeks of taking on the pervasive areas are well thought out and immensely helpful (although no one thinks so at the time)-they literally do occur in every subject in some way, shape or form.
It is hard work-at least if you want to do well. The students who struggled all had the same uniform situation. If you do not put the hours in you will not see the reward. We were told at the start;
Embarrassing story finish-readers with decorum may pick up the story here.
So, nearly at the end-I have just one exam to go. Advanced criminal should be my best paper. It is my love, my major reason for coming to Guildford to do the LPC and my future. Luckily I have a whole long weekend to get properly prepped for it.
The day approaches-I feel like a heavyweight champion going into the ring.
'I am the greatest'
'Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee'.
'The championship is mine for the taking'
'This LPC is going down in the third'
'I'm gonna open a can of whoop-ass on it'.
'Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee'.
'The championship is mine for the taking'
'This LPC is going down in the third'
'I'm gonna open a can of whoop-ass on it'.
Confidence? I reek of it, people around me are getting inebriated on my positive vibes. I border on arrogance.
'I spit on your exam papers-bring me a real challenge'.
Regular readers will know what is coming next...
The paper is hideous.
It's a fair paper however-everything in it came up (in some way) in the course but the areas that I was confident on and expected questions about are curiously absent. For me, the killer is that we are expected to complete 2 forms for 24 marks (almost 1/4 of the paper's tital marks).
That's it, just complete two forms-with roughly 3 sections per form. I looked desperately through the paper for the one piece of information that I needed to do a good job on the forms but couldn't find it-so I improvised. Only after the exam when I was talking to a class-mate did she tell me that it was there all along.
But where?
I couldn't see it.
Oh blox.
I couldn't see it.
Oh blox.
And that's it. All done. My guesses for my marks are;
Employment-around 70
Welfare/immigration-around 70 (but higher than for employment)
Conduct-possibly 24-25 out of 60
Advanced criminal-now this is a tricky one;
- Marked generously, could be 55-60
- Marked fairly, maybe 50-55
- Marked strictly, maybe 45-50
And that's it-the diary is done.
What are my conclusions?
On the personal side, I have loved my year here. The LPC was far more fun than I thought it ever could be. As a person I have become more confident and positive. No longer do I have the feeling that my legal knowledge/quality of my degree is less than that of someone from a traditional university-I now acknowledge that my degree is the equal of any student that I met.
I have come across some truly lovely people who have helped give me some fantasic memories and I would like to thank them from the bottom of my heart.
Academically: The course is testing and superbly structured. The first weeks of taking on the pervasive areas are well thought out and immensely helpful (although no one thinks so at the time)-they literally do occur in every subject in some way, shape or form.
It is hard work-at least if you want to do well. The students who struggled all had the same uniform situation. If you do not put the hours in you will not see the reward. We were told at the start;
"You only get out what you put in"
If I can pass on nothing else from my time here then let this stand as the very best advice I can give.
It is almost absolutely true-yes, I know of a student who did very little work at all during the year but has got through so far because she has copies of the best notes around (huffs on fingernails and brushes them on chest) but she is the exception-if she had worked then I've no idea how far her genius could have taken her.
Other 'Points to note' (in true CofL fashion I'll do these as bullet points)
And like a fading lounge singer on his 'last' farewell tour (before the next one) I hope to post a couple more times;
It is almost absolutely true-yes, I know of a student who did very little work at all during the year but has got through so far because she has copies of the best notes around (huffs on fingernails and brushes them on chest) but she is the exception-if she had worked then I've no idea how far her genius could have taken her.
Other 'Points to note' (in true CofL fashion I'll do these as bullet points)
- Come with an open mind
- Put the law you've studied on the back burner-it really is not that important
- Treat your fellow students the way that you would like to be treated
- Support your classmates-you will work as a team for most of the year and you will need them at some stage
- Don't try to win an argument-put your case concisely and clearly and let the others examine the evidence. If you have to repeat the point to 'hammer it home' then you have lost.
- If you have time off before starting-enjoy it. After the first couple of weeks the work will start to feel oppressive-if you've not had a break then you will feel it even more.
- Make sure that you reserve some 'me time'. Especially if you are planning on doing paid work at the same time.
- Law is an enormous subject. There will be a field somewhere that you enjoy. If you don't find it immediately-keep looking.
- Get involved-don't cut yourself off from your classmates just because you are older/a different sex or sexual preference/different colour or ethnic grouping. The most important lessons I've learnt have come from people who are totally unlike me. The people that I have known who have lost the most are those that ended up alone on the course because they decided at an early stage that 'the younger students are so immature and unknowledgable'. Guess who got the better results in the end?
- Above all, have fun. Especially if this will be your last chance to be a full-time student. Embrace it and run with it.
- Oh, and pencil cases are not important.
And like a fading lounge singer on his 'last' farewell tour (before the next one) I hope to post a couple more times;
- To say that I have the job of my dreams (fortunately, my dreams change regularly)
- And that I have passed the LPC (results due 24th July)
And now, the end is near, and so I face the final judgment,
My friends, I'll say it clear,
I'll state those cases of which I am certain,
I've taken a course that's full, I've travelled daily down the same highway,
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way
Regrets, I've had a few but then again, too few to mention,
I did what I had to do, and saw it through without exemption,
I've prepped each workshop, each careful step of my coursework,
and more, much more than this,
I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off more than I could chew,
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I took it all and spat it out,
I faced it all and I stood tall,
And did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed and cried,
I've had my fill, my share of failure,
And now, as tears subside, I find it all amusing,
To think, I did all that and may I say...not in a dry way,
'Oh no, oh no not me'
I did it my way
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not his friends then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels,
And not the words of one who yields,
The record shows, I took the blows
And did it my way
I did it my way
My friends, I'll say it clear,
I'll state those cases of which I am certain,
I've taken a course that's full, I've travelled daily down the same highway,
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way
Regrets, I've had a few but then again, too few to mention,
I did what I had to do, and saw it through without exemption,
I've prepped each workshop, each careful step of my coursework,
and more, much more than this,
I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off more than I could chew,
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I took it all and spat it out,
I faced it all and I stood tall,
And did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed and cried,
I've had my fill, my share of failure,
And now, as tears subside, I find it all amusing,
To think, I did all that and may I say...not in a dry way,
'Oh no, oh no not me'
I did it my way
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not his friends then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels,
And not the words of one who yields,
The record shows, I took the blows
And did it my way
I did it my way
(C) Frank Sinatra/Paul Anka with the odd adjustment by Paul Salmon
posted by Paul Salmon at
6:51 am
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