User blog comment:Angel Emfrbl/Shyness..../@comment-5059503-20131207052612/@comment-53539-20131207102633

Yeah but I was into inking, I was forced to do painting which I was hopeless at... I was ill the week of our final show, so wasn't here to know my workplace had been changed. When I turned up and found I'd been hung below the line, I was upset because there was nothing I could do about the situation. I hung my work up, waiting until 7 O'clock that night for the work hanging and was one of the last 3 to have their work hung.

To add insult to injury, my telephone no. in the show leaflet was incorrect and while it was promised there would be a sign up showing folks where me and the other girl who shared my spaces works' would be, nobody did it. I was left feeling the whole thing was a dig at me.

Heck get this... There was members of my group who NEVER showed daily, yet I was the one who was picked on by my tutors because I showed up but went at 2-3pm in the afternoon when there were no modules to do when the uni closed at 5pm. When they brought this up, I knew they were talking about me because none of the others in my class did this behavior.

I was just trying to avoid the London rush hour... Because otherwise I was stuck in London until 7pm, I lived in Essex at the time and face an hour and a half commute daily to the university there and back. And I was suffering from mental abuse at home, I was expected to be home before 7pm, otherwise there was hell to pay. So I didn't have a choice in the matter.

I'll admit my last 4 months were not my best works. I was down because I was about to complete the course, but my father had blackmailed me to stay at university to finish it. So my heart wasn't in it. And with the tutors constantly putting me down, I had no reason I felt to be at university at all. Between this and the rumours that my fellow classmates were spreading about him, most I found out only about in my last week... I felt like the whole university experience was nothing but a con.