(originally published Feb 9 2015)

Okay, so here’s the story of my education recently. (slash an attempt to make sense of it all!)

point one
During year 12 I did subjects that would get me into university. Obviously around the world the secondary systems are very different, so I’m just going to leave it at that. Despite this, I wasn’t really sure if I really wanted to go to a traditional university at all. So yes. I’m a very indecisive person.

point two
In the middle of 2014 I applied for one of the top acting schools in the world (conveniently an hour from where I live), and went on to audition for it in November. Of course, being a top school they get hundreds of applicants, and only about 25 get in, so I knew I had essentially no chance what so ever. (I didn’t even get a call back, but I did enjoy the experience and was extremely happy to have the opportunity to even be offered an audition) In my head I knew that I wouldn’t be getting in, but I didn’t really consider any other options. Don’t ask me why, I had a lot going on and wasn’t really thinking of my future.

point three
In order to be considered for a place at a university your overall score has to be at a certain point or higher, for example 80, otherwise your application will not even looked at. My score wasn’t high enough, and I knew it wouldn’t be through a lot of the year. A combination of things, both within and without of my control caused this, but all that really matters is, I didn’t receive any offers. I was in two minds about this. I really did think I needed to be studying, but other than acting I have no idea what I want to be doing. At the same time, I didn’t want to spend three years doing something I wasn’t sure of, as well as only being able to work part time. When I didn’t get any offers, I wasn’t really upset.

point four (the big however)
However, the more I heard about my friends getting into uni, and the more I looked at things from various perspectives, the more I wanted to continue studying. I thought I’d finally accepted that uni wasn’t for me when I received a thing in the mail about a College on the campus of my first preference, and that just reignited my interest in university. On a total whim, I called up the university itself to talk about my options. Because my English grade was good I wouldn’t even need to go to college for a year, instead I would only have to do a general education type course for a semester.

point five
So I enrolled. I’m now a student at university. Oops.

Basically, for the next semester I’m taking four classes:
Two core subjects: Foundations of Communication and Fundamentals of Academic Writing 
And two options: Humanities and Mathematics (yes, I chose to do Math at university. Fourteen year old me is gasping in shock)

At the end of semester one I will transfer into either Performance Studies or Screen Arts.

So that happened.

(also if I decide I hate uni life after six months I can just leave, so that’s a massive positive for me)

It’s strange to think that four days ago I had literally no idea I’d be a student again. But I am, so there’s that.

So now what, life?

By Britts Amelia

24. Ex-dancer. Jesus Feminist. Very bad at autobiographies, apparently. Studies brains and science.

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