Well most of you will know this by now, but 4 weeks ago I got my second rejection. That's right, my Exeter dreams are officially over!
I'm quite glad that I didn't let myself get too excited by how amazing the course was - totally intimidating, but so brilliant at the same time...
It surprised me at the time how little it seemed to affect me; especially when you look at what emotional background this was up against. I'd just had the week from hell at work (having to deal with a witch of a co-worker) and felt as if one more nudge would've been enough to completely tip me over the edge, but I had a little cry about it and just got on with things. Huh?!
This baffled me because actually I was preferring the idea of Exeter in the end - the only thing would be getting to know a new city, but that's hardly a problem. I loved the setting of Bath Spa's Georgian style, but practically speaking Exeter's mock classrooms were much more helpful. It makes things seem a lot more real, which can be a stressful thing, but probably better for getting you into the mindset of teaching.
Call it pessimism or intuition, but I could see this coming. I didn't shine at my interview (at least I can mainly blame external forces for that!) and if bad things are going to happen they usually all come at once...
So I've picked myself up, dusted myself off - and starting all over again. (Cue for a song!)
It was between Warwick & Worcester for my next (and most probably last) shot; Warwick came out on top. Mainly because it offers a Science specialism, but also in consideration was that Worcester went from vacancies to no vacancies in the time it took me to mull it over! A bit further than I wanted to go, but if it allows me to pursue this then I don't mind.
The problem is my panicky, over-planner side is starting to come out - at this rate I'm not going to have time to sort out finance and somewhere to live if I get offered a place! And then what will I do?
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