Hi. I’m Liz. Elizabeth, formally but I’ve
never been too formal. The only person who calls me Elizabeth is my
Dad, but that’s normal for parents to do that right??? The only
other time I’m called Elizabeth is when I’ve done something wrong,
which isn’t that often anymore!
I’m a new Masters student and earlier this
year I finished my final year of a degree in Design and Applied
Arts, in Ceramics. That’s right I’m a potter, in the sense that I
sit at a wheel, making jugs and mugs and things. This past 3 years
has certainly been stressful and tough trying to juggling uni and
work. Oh yea, forgot to mention that I work weekends in retail,
what keeps me there is that the people are nice and it pays!
To add to all of that, I’m a student who still
lives at home with the folks, which can be great, except on those
one off days where I really wish I had considered living in Halls
of residence or a shared house. But the parents are really
supportive and give me the freedom to come and go as I please. With
us lives my two sisters, younger of course, which is why I love
being back at uni, I escape the arguing!
But back to Uni Business...
When I applied to uni I didn’t know what I
wanted to do, so I picked a course which gave me the chance to try
out a few different areas of Art and Design. Ceramics and glass
were my favourites, and the facilities that they have are amazing,
but in 2nd year I decided to specialise in Ceramics,
since I was slightly better at it.
The last 3 years have been the best and worst
of my life so far. The best because of the people I have met and
made friends with, they will be true friends for life. But the
worst because I am so unorganised and used to leave everything till
last minute, so at assessment time, you can imagine the panic!
The masters programme is going to allow me to
perfect my craft, learn more about art and also find out where my
work fits in to the ‘art world’. But while all of the above is
great, I’m also so unbelievably scared, I feel like I did when I
was a fresher the first time. I’m going again onto a course where I
know very few people, but I like to meet new people and make new
friends so it’s not all bad.
I’m so pleased that I passed my degree and
came out with an ok grade, I just feel that if I had of worked a
little harder I could have achieved the grade I wanted. Thankfully
the uni have accepted me for the next chapter of my student life.
This year I’m sure will bring tears tantrums and lots of
Watch this space…