A hit of energy.

Last Tuesday, very unexpectedly I have received an invitation for an interview at Gerrit Rietveld Academie.
I prepared myself like for the exam of my life. I collected all of my writing work, I've chosen my best pictures, searched through my closet to find my self made t-shirt and collected all of the jewellery I have ever made (ok, not all of it, some of them I sold, one of them I gave my mom for Mother's Day).
I also had to fight at for for the possibilty to go to that interview.
Full of emotions, I finished work at 12.15 and ran to the station to catch a metro.
I left the metro at Amstelveenseweg, got on my bike and 2 minutes later.. there it was.
The famous Gerrit Rietveld Academie. Well I have to say that from the inside it looks like one of polish, half-abandoned primary schools (with a really scary toilet lacking toilet paper..).
Anyhow, when I entered the cafe where everyone was waiting I could immidiately tell that.. That's not what I am, and that's not going to suit my needs.
Fancy dressed skinny people, with long, curly and natural red hair, holding huge paintings/drawings/sketches.
And there I am. Not fitting in at all, but truly curious about how is it going to evolve.
Then I hear my name: "Alecia?", and I'm thinking ''Relax, the never spell your name properly".
I sat down with probably some academic teacher and started to present all of my work. When I managed to get to my photographs he stopped me for a moment. He was truly impressed which flattered me a lot.
When I finished talking, he started to revolve very gently around ''are you sure you're in the right place''.
At first I was angry because I've read in the application form that they are looking for any sort of artistic activites. In the end it turns out that you have to draw, and draw and paint a bit.
But the guy was so deeply interested in my images that he found for me two addresses of photography courses.
I left the Academie with a nice feeling. Not succeded but not failed. Just still searching.
Then I decided to go home with my bike. It's quite a trip but I enjoyed it so much! Beautiful September, as usual here. Sun, blue sky, riding next to the water and parks, passing by smiling people.. I couldn't be sad, that would be impossible.
I arrived home, cleaned Nancy's cage, took trash away, had a relaxing smoke and decided to look up on internet the two addresses. One of them is more sort of a one-night event, but the other one ( www.fotogram.nl ) seems perfect.
I applied immidiately. First for a basic photography course, starting November, the 2nd (could also start October, the 11th but then I'm going on holiday and I would miss one class).
Got an email that I am going to get a confirmation via post soon.
How cool is that? When you don't expect something, and it turnes out great in the end?
I love it, love it, love it! <3

The only thing that bothers me is my mom.. She has problems with her heart, and that is absolutely disturbing. I can't do anything about it, but if I could.. I would give her my own heart.
I can't and I don't want to imagine that something could.. you know.. go wrong.
We can't spend more than 5 days with each other because we get on each others nerves, but come on!
It's my mom. My mom who raised me, who was hard on me, but who got my back if anyone would try to harm me. It is my mom who cooks the best dinners and bakes the best cakes in the world. My mom who was always taking care of my pets altough she didn't have to. My mom who never provided me with pocket money so I've learned to get on with money on my own. My mom who goes to church every Sunday, to come back home and spread gossips about people she saw there.
My mom which I love very much.
Today I put on on a necklace with my Mom's golden duck charm. I believe it brings luck.
I confirmed that once again today..
God please, don't let anything bad happen to her.
I am dying to visit my family in Poland, but now it's not possible.
3 days ago it was my Mom's birthday. I forgot to send her a card...

xxx

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