When it feels like my dreams are so far, sing to me of the plans that You have for me over again. And I lift my hands and pray To be only yours

Sorry to the ishmael for not blogging
things have been craazy times
i have so many emails to write it is
silly

tuesday and weds were good times
i think
i'm not sure
but i'm not going to focus on them.....

i'm going to focus on the day which was today
and by that i mean
my INTERVIEW

yes for those of you who were not aware, the ppl at UEA very nicely decided to give me an interview
so on wednesday afternoon my mother and i trundled off
through the london rushhour :S
to get to norwich
is rather a tedious journey - of abt 5 hrs on the train - on the way there i spent most of the time with my nose buried in january's edition of the studentBMJ (british medical journal)
in the hope that i would be asked a question about something i was reading (which i wasn't)
i also read my personal statement in the hope that they would have read it and be planning to quiz me on it (which i had been told they most definitely didn't do...bt it gave me something to read and distract myself with.....it also helped me to remember all the things that make me an amazing student.....)

my mother was very supportive and also very frustrating in other parts - but for the most part she stopped me from panicking and hyperventilating the night/morning before, navigated us safely through london and norwich (although i had to educate her in how to use some of the ticket barriers at tube/train stations....) and let me buy stuff with her money instead of mine.....which is good in any teenagers book.....

trying to find the building my interview was in was a stressful experience....we had been told it was a "good" 20 minute walk from our B&B so we set off with 30/35 minutes of time
bcoz i was abit anxious to make sure i gave off a gd msg by being punctual
so 25mins later we were nearly there...and i felt like screaming because we'd been told various conflicting messages about how to get to this place (and although by this time we were actually following signs) i felt like i was walking while not actually going anywhere (it was a very odd feeling because i knew that i was moving....i know you're all now worried for my mental health..which tbh you should have been doing for sumtime anywys....but by all accounts it was a truly angering experience)

i arrived by the skin of my teeth (where on earth does that expression come from?? i dont have skin on my teeth....i think i'm missing the point) only to find that they were running late - which made me more frustrated but kinda let me relax for a minute or two
my face felt like a red tomato
luckily it didn't look like one....i checked jst in case.....

then waited in awkward silence with ppl who i could have sworn were all already 21
they all asssured me we were the same age
(has anyone else had this experience??)
apart from one guy who was like 30

and by the time i had started to make acquaintances and actually started decent conversations about A2's, where we came from, where we had applied etc
they called us into the room, i quickly shut-up (definitely a good thing) and probably went a distinct shade of green/white/purple/cyan (take your pick)
and it all began

the interview was act quite good - i mean i have nothing with which to compare it to - but i think it went ok......i went to seven different "stations" to talk to seven different ppl for five mins each with a one minute break in between......so v.regimented - this style ws gd bcoz if i mucked up one answer the next interviewer had no idea and i could get on with the next question with a new chance at things.
mostly i repeated myself to various different ppl, which hopefully they won't pick up on, smiled, sweated, shook hands, "ummmed" and "erred" in my mind while formulating the next string of ridiculous words to tumble out, while still tumbling out the last lot....and actually enjoyed myself in 4 of the 7 stations (thats an approximate value bcoz its all a bit of a blur...)

its all gd

now i am shattered from traipsing through norwich and discovering it is actually a rele nice city and sitting on a train, negotiating rush-hour tubes/waterloo/trains and jst generally staying awake after the huge adrenalin rush this morning....
it feels like:
i last went to skl last week
its the weekend
and i should defiitely not have to get out of bed at 6:35 2moro....

i have been here waaay to long....wow this is a long post!!
i dont care
but my dad is yelling

cu 2moro lovelies
xox

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