My head must be away in the clouds lately as I am shocked I haven't blogged about this yet. Nonetheless, a few weeks ago I had my interview for UCA to study Fashion Journalism. The week before my interview I had been getting ridiculously nervous and my palms were sweating to the extreme. I suppose when your heart is set on a particular University and you cannot think of anywhere else you would want to spend three years of your life, you do become very nervous. Even the night before I was rummaging through my wardrobe and panicking over what to wear, well it is a fashion course after all. After trying on every outfit, I looked at myself and thought I just need to look smart and fashionable, it’s not what I’m wearing that will decide if I get a place or not. You can’t judge a book by its cover after all. So in the end I stuck to my trusty green skirt, black shirt, gold necklace, tights and Chelsea boots.
For the whole journey to Epsom my heart was racing and I thought to myself any bump in the road will make me sick. I had my Mum and Dad constantly reminding me to just try my best and that’s all I can do. Despite their numerous pep talks in the car, in Costa Coffee and in the universities reception I couldn’t help but feel anxious. As I walked into the Uni, I was greeted by a lovely receptionist who gave me a sticker and told me to sit down and relax for a while. I started to feel relaxed when me and my Mum started to chat to another girl and her Mum.
So it eventually got to the time when one of the course teachers gathered us bundle of teenage nerves and we headed across the road into another building for our interview. With all the nerves churning around in my stomach, I thought to myself how am I even going to speak. Despite this the minute I sat down in the group interview the nerves seemed to despair as the course director came in and smiled. Throughout the interview I felt confident with my answers to the questions she was asking and joined in persistently with the group discussions. After an hour and a half I came out feeling very happy and relaxed and rushed to tell my Mum and Dad how well I thought it went. Usually, I am very tense after situations like this, so when I came out feeling that happy I knew something must have gone right. But after I thought to myself I now have to wait 2-4 weeks until I find out if they have offered me a place. Weeks of sleepless nights, tossing and turning, wondering if I was lucky enough. My interview was on the Friday and on the Tuesday night I was getting ready for dancing when all of a sudden I heard an email coming through on my phone. I instantly thought “oh it’s just another junk mail” but then I saw the words ‘UCAS track’ my heart literally skipped a beat. I quickly logged into UCAS and as the page was loading I kept on thinking this is too quick for them to reply, they said it would take a couple of weeks, ahhh this must be a decline. When I saw the word CONDITIONAL my body went into a state of shock. I ran screaming down the stairs to my mum shouting “I GOT IN, I GOT IN TO UCA !!!!!!!!” while I jumped for joy. I have never had that feeling before, therefore I knew this was the right place for me. I just couldn’t get over how quickly they responded to me and I still don’t think I’ve come down off cloud nine. Now I just need to get my head stuck in my books and get my grades. No pressure then.
