I completed Year 12 of high school, what we called back then Matriculation HSC (thanks MG for reminding me that by the time I got to Year 12, we no longer did Matric, but got our Higher School Certificate), in 1973, and went on to study English Literature and French at La Trobe University. These subject choices were no-brainers. They were my favourites in school, along with Mathematics, but I didn’t want to study Maths at uni, so I signed up for a Bachelor of Arts degree with a double major in English and French.
Halfway through my 2nd year, in 1975, I took some time off from studying. Life had become very unsettled for me, and I also wasn’t very happy with the direction my studies were heading. What I was most interested in was the study of language, and not so much the study of literature, although I did love that too. I just didn’t feel it was worthwhile to spend all my time at university writing critiques on other people’s critiques of original works. I was also disappointed with the fact that I was being directed into more of a literature study strain in French, rather than what I really was passionate about, the language aspect, linguistics, that kind of thing. It wasn’t that I was failing. I actually was doing well, but I was very unfulfilled, and confused about proceeding further on that course. So, I interrupted my studies, and took a full-time job selling furniture in the Odds and Ends department at Myer’s in Bourke Street. Certainly not terribly fulfilling either, but it gave me time to think, to sort out what I really wanted to do.
The following year, 1976, I nearly, nearly, applied to the Melbourne Conservatorium to study piano. I wanted it so much, but there was still too much “baggage” there from earlier years, and I gave up the idea to go back to La Trobe University to complete my degree, only this time, I made some changes. I decided to drop English Lit. altogether, and pick up – believe it or not – Pure Mathematics.
This was the first of several instances where I’d seriously considered returning to the piano, and opted against it. I married Moshe in 1977, had my first child, Devorah, in 1980, and my second, Gita, in 1982. I tried to continue with my degree, to finish it, but in ’82 or ’83, I deferred my studies yet again. To date, I haven’t completed this degree. And, although from time to time I’d sit at the keyboard and play through the pieces I remembered, that part of my life, music, fell into the background, and I concerned myself with motherhood.