It’s 6:30 and I’m done for the day. It’s been a rollercoaster. I had my interview scheduled for 2:15, but the minute I got into the exam room I just froze up and broke down. Just cried on them for about 5 minutes, really. They were so incredibly lovely to me, they really were. I explained to them about everything that’s going on at the moment concerning my mental health, which I had expected the college to know from my UCAS application but hey, we live and learn, and they made sure they found a couple of the student helpers to look after me and rearranged my interview till 6 o'clock so I could have another go at it. It’s not unusual for them to have to do this, apparently, which makes me feel better.
I’m really not sure how the second interview went. It feels like it went awfully. There were answers I knew but didn’t say, because I just froze again, but I actually made it through. And they were so nice, I really can’t emphasise that enough. They just kinda spent a couple of minutes at the end of the interview telling me ‘well done’ and that they were pleased that I’d managed to do it and it’s just what I needed to hear after today.Â
Now I’m back in my room and I think I’m here to stay. I’m going to finish watching Star Trek and do a bit of prep for tomorrow’s interview. And just celebrate the fact that I survived the day.Â
