Today,I just looked at my work up against the walls,a mixture of dread and pride.It gets to a point when you realise there really is no point hating it,as you've done all you can.And competing against all my coursefriends' varietys of boards and sketchbooks,I felt I did have my own style that I felt stood out.
I realise I get so bogged down in rushing,I don't take any appriciation in what I do.
And afterwards,after smug remarks from girls who felt they walked on air,I just...became myself.
I felt it went rather well,tried to engage with the Lady and Mathew,smiled,tried to look as though this was all something I could deal with.
Fingers crossed.
Becuase if I get this placement,it will just help everything fall into place.
I hope I did myself proud.I really hope I did.
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