on the day of the exams, my art lecturer tidied his desk, took a gun and blew his brains out. That and a few other things rattled me and I moved degrees to a BE'd english specialism, to calmer seas methought. As a mature student, the most mature there, I was chosen as Student Rep. I found the meetings boring and some of the stuff small minded and prissy, so that was the first and last time, and it took up valuable time, I didn't have, as a mum with two kids, student house guests to pay our way and no ex, who had gone walk-about..