I still havn't heard from the Press Association.
I feel this is a bad sign. Although I was told I'd be informed within a month, everyone I spoke to at the interview who was already on the course found out within a week. It has now been 9 days. I am sure within those days they have interviewed a multitude of highly experienced and intelligent people who if I met at a party would probably laugh in my face when I told them what I wanted to do, as they sipped on their Cava and I sobbed into my Strongbow can.
Yesterday I had my playwrighting presentation, which wasn't really a presentation at all, more of a rehearsed reading of a few scenes I have written on the module. I am considering posting them here but it doesn't really have the same effect seeing as it is a play, not a blog post.
Now that that is over I officially have 8500 words and one exam left to do before my University career is officially over. I have mixed emotions on this tender subject.
I also found out that my graduation will be on the 20th July at 10.30am. I am unhappy about this, 10.30am is not an hour where I will look presentable in pictures that will no doubt be passed from family member to family member and be hung on my parents walls, yellowing over the decades.
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