Not long after I left school I went with Mum to the University of Canterbury to enrol in a BCom. It was at the reasonably new Ilam campus. I had studied accounting and economics at school and thought that being an accountant might be a good idea, and Mum and Dad were keen too.
We enrolled. From memory the annual cost was $108 – that might not be the exact figure – but it’s in my mind for some reason. Maybe $115? Anyway, it wasn’t much and the fee included the Student Union charge, and all papers.
Not long after that I got hold of a Police recruitment brochure. It was a colourful landscape booklet with photographs of driving fast, shooting, putting someone in a headlock and plenty of physical activity. It must have appealed more than the BCom because I applied and after interviews, tests and background checks no doubt, I was accepted into the Prince of Wales 25th Cadet Wing at the New Zealand Police College.
It was 11 months of training: marching, the law, giving evidence, typing, report writing, dealing with domestic disputes, handling death, basic crime scene work, physical training and lots more. The Police had a real sense of belonging and I feel my time “in the job” served me well for what followed.
But it always bugged me a bit that I didn’t complete my BCom and the accountancy that would have followed. I commenced another BCom near the end of my time in the Police, and later, when it was reasonably obviously unnecessary for my career, I pursued other study, supported by the SFO.
Later, becoming a partner in what some say is an “accounting firm” where I am now brought new life to the memories.
So, earlier this month when I attained the professional certification to be an accountant it was far more rewarding than I had imagined.
While you’re still upright it’s never too late to live your dream.
Go for it!