The final year I lived with a wonderful family in Gloucester and spent a quiet time. I failed the final exam due to the forecasting subject but didn't care as St Ivel had already offered a full-time position.
As far as I was concerned the point of the whole college malarkey was to get a job, it had done that by the 2nd year and so the final year was a bit of a waste of my time tbh. I'm sure I could've worked harder and become ...become, um ...something else, but I was extremely happy where I was.
If you're doing something that has a defined time period, or a predetermined set of tasks, and you discover whilst working through it that you've met your own goal, then it has done the job and, if you want to, stop.
Be aware, stopping without completing can sometimes have a downside, my story continues ...
1998/9 and I was living in Aotearoa New Zealand, had been for 4 or so years and the time had come to apply for permanent residency. Ah, bugger, having not completed the course 10 years earlier I was a few points short of an easy shoe in ... even that worked out in the end though.
Over the years I have started and not finished a number of things as would be seen externally, but inside myself I know that the 'job' has done what I needed it to do for me and so, what's the point in continuing. I have, of course, completed most of what I set out to do, but I always know I don't have to finish the course to finish the course.


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