Where's my satchel?

As you all know, I had an interview on Tuesday to get into an arts course next year. It included the showing of a portfolio. It was a nerve-wracking experience. People had been asking me what I had thought about the interview, but without having anything to measure to, I honestly could not have said either way. The interviewers told me I would know by the end of the week, and then added "probably by Thursday", and so it was on my mind all morning.

As luck would have it, they called when I was away from my desk.

I was nervous as I returned the call. I had convinced myself a number of times during the course of the morning that I had missed out on a place. 40 applicants for 16 places. No chance. Thankfully I was wrong.

Once they told me the news, I was all smiles. The celebrations began immediately. Sms messages, a couple of excited phonecalls, popcorn courtesy of Ames! (I was at work, it was hardly the opportunity to pop open a bottle of bubbly). I could barely concentrate for the rest of the day, so I did what I had to and then left work on the dot of 5.

As if you couldn't tell, I am VERY excited. I expect all those around me (especially Mal) are relieved.

And so, as of next February, I will be a student again. At 40, I am packing my satchel and heading back to the classroom. Crazy huh? In an amazing, incredible, beam like a child on Christmas morning sort of way.