After the interview

My interview at the posh expensive college near Chester went like a dream. I enjoyed the day so much I was hoping I wouldn’t have to go home at the end. I actually fancied staying over!
I find it interesting that I enjoyed that day so much, despite the fact that it was for an interview. Usually, when you go for an interview, you are stressed, unsure, worried and eager to get it over and done with. I was none of the above. I was happy to be there, excited about the whole day and eager to do the tasks they gave me to test my abilities to deal with woodwork.
That College is a wonderful place to be in. It is big, it is beautiful (think Hogwarts castle on a smaller scale), but most importantly, it is built for students to study. It is a haven of peace which is full of people who quietly go about the place to learn new skills and new things. It was a pleasure to be there, surrounded by peers all driven by their creative spirits, with all the physical and emotional space needed to allow their inner artists to come out and express themselves.
Once you understand the spirit of the place, it is easy to understand how you can fall in love with the place when you are on a path to seek creative change. And that’s what happened to me.
I was tested on my abilities to describe the use of woodwork tools (fascinating), to colour match a picture with some water colours (challenging), date some antique chairs (loved it) and some interviews: one with tutors, one with the financial advisor and a meeting with the student welfare officer. I was busy. I was tested. I was stretched. I was questioned and I had to justify my choices and my reasons for wanting to join that prestigious college. And I loved every moment of it.
That was on the Friday. On the Tuesday, I already had the answer: yes, I have been accepted.
Im in!
So now, all I have to do is find the money to pay my course fee. Only about £10,000 for an academic year. Plus living expenses. Ouch.
Next month will be the month of grants, scholarships and bursaries research. And I am thinking of starting a “Send Artabelle To University” fund.
The most cheeky thing I am planning on doing is to write an open letter to some of the investment banks’ CEOs that I have worked for, to tell them what I am trying to do – quitting the investment banking industry – and how they can help me achieve that by giving me a fraction of their annual bonus… after all, if I don’t try, I’ll never know. Perhaps they are generous and we don’t know it yet… Watch that space.
But the first thing to do is to apply for a British Passport. As a foreigner, I will not be allowed to get all the grants available to British students, which I feel is very unfair considering that I am now in my 20th year of living in London, working hard and paying all my taxes. So I shall take action to make my life this little bit easier and more fair: get a British passport and get what help I need and deserve.
Next step in this program: take the “Life in the UK” test, tomorrow morning. O what fun!

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