Am now looking through colleges and universities to calculate the fees and rub it in my face the fact that I can't afford it. Not my course. That's the problem with being an arts student, there is no time for anything else but the pile of assignments due tomorrow.I'm not saying anything else is easier but our assignments consists of paintings and sketches and designs that if you screw up with a scratch can't be backspaced.
I miss that life where I'd stay up three nights in a row struggling to finish six to eight sketches with two paintings half done.
I met the two people who helped mould me to who I am today..Zaheer and Sue-Ann.
How I wish I could just turn back the clock to that very first day of college..Induction Day.
*sigh*
Now with Gopal coming home, I'm snapped back into planning my future. As you know, we're or rather, I'm moving along with him to wherever it is he going. Today he called and checked if Qatar was okay?
Honestly?- Not really. I read up on Qatar and found out that getting a visa is nearly as impossible to split an arrow through the middle with another one. The other way in is through Virginia Commonwealth University of the Arts Qatar or I could just join Qatar Airways. So not going to happen.
MaybeI'm just to sick to think about anything right now or maybe I just do not want to think of the impossible. I'll leave that to the dreaming department.
Norway,Australia,London and now Qatar...Baby, make up your mind.
Joan