Didn't get into the course that I initially wanted. Guess what? I really tried for it. I did my best to prove to them that I was perfect for the course. I was completely heartbroken. I could tell I wasn't getting in when she spoke to me on application night. She was... bleak. It felt mournful. I walked out knowing I wouldn't go there. I really felt kind of crap for a few days knowing that what I wanted to do was almost an impossible dream for me. So now when I complete the diploma in Communication and Media that I've enrolled in at a completely different (ahem, BIGGER and BETTER) campus and do great things with it, they'll regret it. xD Got Banjo Kazooie today!