Well, the past week was tiring both physically and emotionally. My lacrimal glands got a nice workout when I was told that I was not accepted on the university course at UCL. In the words of my dear pal Ms AJK, “How dare they?!”
I would not be the only one who worked for next to nothing to prove that I wanted to work as a speech and language therapist. Some of my fellow applicants had to quit paid work in order to do voluntary work in this field. And yet they still did not get a chance at an interview.
Deep down, really deep down, I know that Life has my back. I am moving towards something amazing (career wise). But on the surface my ego is bruised and pride squashed.
I still have hope. There is one more university I am waiting on and I hope it is good news.