Life was good...

Hello! Long time, no post. So, I had a uni interview thing today, and I don't think I could've failed more miserably. The thing is though, I think I've reacted quite well considering; I'm generally not bothered. In fact, the only emotion I feel towards it is guilt about the fact that I don't care! I know, it's terrible. It wasn't always this way. This time last week, I had offers from three of my uni choices, then I had an interview last week, and got an offer from them, so that was 4/5. Everything was going just great... until today.

So, I arrive half an hour early, confident, well dressed, and prepared... or so I thought. For this specific uni, I had to do a written test. Usually, I am good with words, and tend to do well with written exams, and as nobody knew what sort of test this would be, we couldn't prepare. I came out convinced I had got EVERY question wrong. But, seriously, I don't know who they think we are! I'm sorry but NO, I don't know the third most common language spoken in Belgium, and NO, I don't know how many of the most popular newspapers are sold daily, or whether Slovakia are members of the EU and what their governmental policies on health and education are... so apologies to whoever has to mark that exam, hopefully they'll have a sense of humour, or maybe mine will get lost along the way.