A university education?

Well poor old Blog havent been here for a while - busy busy- family, gardening golf etc etc. But what news today. Well I received the results from my Open University Creative Writing Course examination a good pass but a better one would have affirmed my delusion that I could be a writer. So how do I reflect on this mediocre acheivement, its difficult. The OU in its wisdom has decided that there shall be no feedback from this exam other than the scores so for a Creative Writer manque this makes it difficult to know where you did well and what needs to be improved. The course itself was heavily weighted towards contemporary poetry and modern writing. Students whose preferred genre was anxiety texts about the meaning of life, experiences with mental health problems and drug disorders appeared regularly on the course website to the unqualified applause of their peers and tutors. Imagine then this nearly sixty year old ex-hippy who wants to write about sex and shopping and the reception she got!!!. One third of the course is devoted to contemporary poetry, by that I mean the ungrammatical navel gazing stuff that doesnt ryme. My critique of the Lady of Shallott also went down like a lead ballon. Shall I give up? Not on your nelly. The bookshelves are full of the kind of pulp I want to write so sorry world its coming whether you like it or not!