I studied a Lang/lit degree late in life and loved it!
One of the main benefits for me was to my children. I had two boys studying English for GCSE, I was able to set a good example about studying, help them with their work, give advice and model a good worth ethic. I shared a passion of poetry with my sport mad 16 year old. Never in my wildest dreams did I think my lads who could barely form a sentence which didn't contain a grunt would pass both English components with flying colours. My inarticulate football mad laddo astounded me with a 7 in English Language.
Aside from gaining respect from my friends and family, I think I became a more interesting person. I am writing a novel and a children's book. I've made loads of friends with the same interest as me.
I'm approaching 40 with lofty ambitions. I want to open my own librAry, to. It a book shop. I want to get my work published -I WILL get my work published. I want to do an MA and inspire others about the joy of language and literature and linguistics. I want to change some of the attitudes towards "English". English is not useless or flaky, gosh the way my mind has grown to be able to see multiple viewpoints instantly, to communicate with speech and the written word, all at speed - it's wonderful!
Ultimately i want to set up a charity that aims to encourage young, deprived people to have a passion for literature. That gives those who don't get the opportunity the gift I have. Then I want to get grants for young writers who would never have the chance to study their craft, get them out of the draconian education system into a place where their creativity can flourish.
All dreams, we are dreamers! I also dream of being rich but the dream in itself satisfies me. When that's finished I just float around in my pile of books 