I GOT IN!
Caps lock felt necessary but as a phrase it still only conveys approximately one tenth of my astonishment and euphoria on the morning of the fifth (which continues to reverberate me in the form of mouth-stretching grins which appear at inopportune times).
To clarify, that was the morning I received a UAC offer to study Ceramics (my first preference) at the Australian National University School of Art (my first preference).
(I’ll possibly-maybe-probably-sometime provide a bit of background on why ANU over all the art schools in Sydney and detail my experience with the application and interview process closer to home. But that’s for another day)
In the days since it’s been a wild and sneaky whirlwind. I bought a car (Gertie, terribly sexy minx of a Corolla hatchback). I resigned my job (despite being initially foiled by one of those terrible ‘failure to delivery’ emails). I had my first-ever encounter with Centrelink (‘nuff said).
As I type this I’m sitting on couch that seems to have been made out of a hessian sack but was probably quite expensive in a south coast beach house listening to waves throw themselves onto the shore. I feel a curious mix of deep calm and bubbling excitement and, as I stare out past the tree-line to the choppy breakers below, a grin broad enough to bring out my hidden dimples splits my face.
With Grayson Perry in my back pocket, I’m ready to make my resolution for 2016 and on: FAIL BETTER.