There are posters around the campus with the name of the university and the phrase 'Adventures in Education'.  I made a joke of it with Emily.  I don't know why I should have felt this urge to mock.  Studying something that I feel so passionately about at degree level is an adventure.  An exhilarating and sometimes daunting adventure. 

This week has mostly been about administration matters and dozens of photocopied pages of information.  Information that often gives teasing glimpses of what is to come.  It has been difficult to sit still, listen, maybe take notes.  I feel like a diver perched on the very edge of a diving board.  Muscles tensed, poised to leap into the water.

I want to leap.  To immerse myself in the fulfilment of promises made on bits of paper.  Lectures, seminars, workshops and most of all the actual process of working in the studio.  Ideas swarm through my head, stimulated by the project outlines and conversations.  My hands itch to be let loose with paint and metal and cameras.  I long to learn new techniques, to experiment with media I have never used before.

I want to make.