To behonest, I'm getting older and less financially secure so the prospect of living away from my home or selling up and moving is not even a serious debate. From the universities in London that offered me places (all of them, except UCL), I decided to stick with what I know. The facilities are OKish, and I'll probably change after the first 3 years and go somewhere else to finish off. In all honesty I did get all sexed up for the bartlett but after they screwed me about and made me sweat my balls off (at my age) for an interview in which they totally destroyed me, I wouldn't really take them seriously again. I knew I didn't have a place the minute I walked in and he asked me who I was.
Afterall, it isn't the establishment that makes you... or so I'd like to kid myself. hehehhee
Afterall, it isn't the establishment that makes you... or so I'd like to kid myself. hehehhee
