...and I just did.
I've just clicked "SUBMIT" on my Foundation School application, one of the various significant moments that will characterise my future career, and life I suppose.
You have to rank all 24 foundation schools, which scarily means that I've had to put Northern Ireland, Cornish Peninsula etc. on there too. Yeah, they're at the bottom of my list, but still - they're on my application! I don't want there to be even a remote chance I'll get sent there!
I've put West Yorkshire first, and 97% of those who did that last year got in, only about 10 people didn't. So I should be OK... unless a load of Southern people decide applying to London foundation schools is too competitive and they want to come up North because they think they're sure to get a place here...
Why am I telling you this? No real reason - just a little intimated, that's all.
If I don't get put somewhere that's a commutable distance, it means moving away next year - not being able to live with my housemates, but more importantly having to do the whole distance thing with the missus. It also means that next year, she'd have to apply to wherever I get put, if she felt that strongly about stickin' with me. (She seems to, thankfully!)
I'm not insecure about it - if I have to move away, I have to move away. I'm a big lad, I'll cope, and so will my relationship. I just don't want to, that's all.
Ok, I'm finished. Wish me luck - I find out on the 6th of January or there abouts, which seemed ages away about 5 minutes ago but suddenly feels like pretty much tomorrow now
