My Graduation
My Graduation Wasn't Like I Expected Last week's blog by Bella, made me reminisce about my not so smooth process of coming to study at Massey University. It also reminded me of and my looming non-existent graduation. Some people go to university to party, some go to get away from their parents, others go because that's just what you do! I guess the latter is what happened to me, although it didn't happen automatically. When I first graduated from high school, one of the youngest in my year, I had the dream that I was going to join the New Zealand Broadcasting School. That didn't happen. After one terrible interview that I travelled 5 hours for, I clearly wasn't prepared. I literally forgot the name to my favourite movie: 'The Help'. To make matters worst, while trying to remember the title, I quoted perhaps the most inappropriate and hell, the best part of The Help, "eat my shit". How's that for interviewing skills! I was pretty adamant that I wasn't going to get to NZBS after that and I guess my gut was right. It was humiliating, my first failure. I had told everyone that I was going to do this and had all my sights set on it. Looking back the rejection was one of the best things to happen to me. 2016 Was Not My Year Instead of giving up straight away [like I should have] and starting a new dream, I stupidly decided to try again next year. So to fill in my time for my next try at NZBS, I decided I was going to work at my home and then do Camp America. Within a week of the first job, I managed to pull all the ligaments in my ankle while trying to ride a sheep. Yes, I realise how very 'New Zealander'...