After the initial confusion with the appointment date, the day was finally here. My interview for college, to study Journalism and Public Relations. It was another night of no sleep, hours of over thinking the possible ways things could go.
When I arrived, I was early, so I went and chilled out at the local library, just minutes away from the college. I love libraries, I really do but I have never been a card holder in this country before, so I joined and picked up a couple of books to read over the weekend. I have been buying second hand books, 5 or 6 a week since I came back and my room is getting pretty full. Having a library card, seemed to make sense.
It helped get my mind of what was ahead, I went in about 10 minutes earlier than I needed to be, the whole college was a hive of activity and they were holding interviews for all prospective candidates for what seemed like every course imaginable. I took a seat in the designated area and was surprised when my name was called almost as soon as I sat down.
Less than 40 minutes later, I was out, in the sunshine and walking down the street, in my bag, I was carrying my acceptance letter. The interviewer asked me questions about my favourite journalists, where I wanted to go, why I had waited so long, why this particular course. She read some of the articles I had prepared for the day and that was that. I was in.
Come September, I will be in college and I am indefinably excited for it and I am oh so prepared for it. This does mean however, that returning to Manchester, will be put of and although I want to study so much, this is a a worthwhile consequence. It's sad but necessary.
There are other things to prepare for before I start, practical things and the mundane requirements of study. But I want to make sure, that I am going into this is a clear head, a clean head. Even if things aren't as bad as they once were, I want to be completely free from drugs. I don't want to be even thinking of them when the time comes.
I am ready.