First year is finito! That's bloody crazy. When I started I was almost twenty three and now I'm almost twenty five. However for a few weeks more I'm closer to twnety than 25 which is better than nothing. Can't believe how quickly this year has went in. It's been good for me. I think this is the first course I've been on that I've actually gotten a lot out of. It's given me something to focus on and made me a bit more responsible which makes me feel a bit boring sometimes but ultimatley it had to happen at some point. Bring on festival season and I'll be back on form however.

What does next year bring? Who can say. I think it's going to be tougher but probably even more rewarding. I'm excited about 2nd year. I'm going to be assisant designer on War and Peace the opera. I've heard of the book but wasn't aware it was an opera also. So over the summer I'll be finding out about that. Not sure who the designer is for that one. I'll need to enquire and find out.
2nd year is going to require us all to raise our game. Personally I have quite a clear idea of what I need and am going to do. I think my motivation is back up and feel back in the frame of mind I was in for most all of first year. I've got some challenges ahead of me that I want to tackle, especially computer wise but comparing myself to this time last year I'm much keener to work with computers and wanting to do something, for me, makes it a lot more likely to be come a reality.

Over the summer it's back to the hospital kitchen for me. Which will be good. I'm quite happy to discuss Big Brother, Katie and Peter and pop culture for a few months instead of the more refined tastes of the academy (excluding Grant obviously). Also spending a good few months not using your head in the kitchen makes you realise how lucky you are to be doing something you love when the course starts back.

Anyway need to go cos I'm going to be late for work and I'm not wanitng old rotten face (the supervisor, second name Goebbels!) spraying me with the usual verbal about punctuality.

Until next year . . . . . . . .