Somebody asked me the other day whether I was nervous about my uni application and I said no. Last night I realised that I’ve spent the past few moments (over several days) before drifting off to sleep thinking about what would be good say during the interview (if I got one) – so maybe I unintentionally lied just a little.

After hassling the mostly non-existent receptionists at Swinburne’s design faculty yesterday over my non-existent letter, “What’s going on?”. I waited somewhat eagerly for the postman and had just checked the box for the second time when I saw the standard bright orange two houses down.

Swinburne logo on the envelope. Grab, tear, scan. I now have successfully an interview on the 1st of December at 11:15am. It goes for 15 minutes.

Between now and then I have to properly put a folio together and at the moment I’m dithering around not really knowing what to do with myself.