I GOT IN. I GOT IN!

I GOT IN. I GOT IN!

So.... I don't really know where to start.

It all started on one of my trips to London as a child when I saw the LCF campus, and has been a dream all through my tween years where I thought studying fashion was probably the coolest thing ever. I abandoned the thought a couple years later however, thinking my earlier dream silly and immature. I pondered whether maybe International Relations would be something I might enjoy studying. I found my absolute dream university for said course, and a year before it would be time to apply I was sure. Then, as my final school year edged on I realized that I didn't think International Relations was what I wanted to study after all, and that maybe I was in love with the idea of the subject, and the idea of living by and attending the university I had fallen in love with rather than the actual course. So, I ended up not applying for the course or the university. Due to personal issues I hadn't been able to focus on school with as much determination as all the years before and I realized I would probably not make the cut anyway. So I started thinking about what it was I really wanted to do. In October I decided to visit both the University I had originally decided on and London College of Fashion for their open days. I had been toyfully playing with the idea of applying to London College of Fashion for a while, but didn't really take it into proper consideration until January, when I applied via UCAS.


(Here's a picture I awkwardly snapped in October, sitting across a Café from the High Holborn campus:)

Three months later I got an email asking me to part-take in a numeracy test, and if I passed I would be called in for an interview. I remember screaming with glee (ok so I didn't scream- I was in class and didn't want anyone to know) and simultaneously felt something inside die. For the last couple of years I have struggled with math, and now math was what stood between me getting a chance to go to one of my dream unis, my future would depend on whether or not I managed this test. I spent the days prior in the library brushing up on my math (I hadn't done a single math equation for a year). Then the day came and I took the test, and two weeks later I received an email saying I was wanted for an interview.

(And of course I documented the very studious days on instagram to gain a little sympathy)

Now, as I don't live in the UK I was set to have my interview over the phone. I panicked when I saw that it was going to be a phone interview. I thought they expected me to come in in person. And.. well how on earth was I supposed to convince them I was worthy over the phone? I started dreading it, and on the day of I was sat by my desk, with a million notes and magazines spread out all over the place, in case they asked me anything that might stump me. They called three minutes late telling me they were running behind schedule but would call within the next fifteen minutes. I sat there thinking oh god. I had been sitting staring into space trying to calm myself but ending up a bundle of nerves, and now I had to sit here and be nervous for another fifteen minutes? A few minutes passed and my phone rang again. Another UK number. I picked up and my interview began.

I had been nervous for nothing. My interviewer was very easy going, so easy to talk to, laid back and even joked. He did ask me some difficult questions, but the conversation flowed and I managed to loose the nerves I had built up, and towards the end of my interview I was sitting sprawled across my chair the way you sit when talking to your close friends. However this was when everything changed. My interviewer asked me if I had any questions, and I realized I didn't really, but I proceeded to ask him how many places he was looking to fill. He answered me, and then asked if I had any other questions. I said I didn't, I felt I knew all needed to know.

He then said, "What? Aren't you going to ask me the most important question of all?" in a playful tone.
I knew exactlty what he was getting at, and responded with something along the lines of: "I didn't think I was able to?" and he said "No, no, ask, I'll tell you". And he told me. And just like that I was in. As long as I graduate I am.
I HAD GOTTEN IN.