Nervous breakdown week one, maybe I should have started writing this blogg now so that the descent into slight hysteria could be fully appreciated without the post-dissertation lull! Feedback forms from mid term review - understandably mediocre, my reaction to criticism is certainly not. Reverted to a five year old self complete with foot stamping, tears and lots of snot. The whole thing is so totally frustrating and embarrassing, coupled with the fact that, despite six years undergrad education I still have no idea what I am going to do when this four months is finished. I’ve written to Sotheby’s and Christies, sent off endless application forms - New Contemporaries, New Works Scotland, Kinross scholarship fund (well, 3), and to be honest all I want to do is leave the country and lie on a beach for a year. I went to a careers meeting only to learn the alarming fact that 40% of art students are out of work for the year after their degree and most of the rest are working in bars (something I have been doing since I was old enough to pour a pint). My best friend left school at 16 and has gradually worked her way up the hospitality ladder to run managing gorgeous restaurants, another didn’t go to uni and worked for a wedding photographer before starting her own photography company. I however will have worked my way through the system, qualified for nothing other than …OAP barmaid! In a state of angry hysteria I started making a really crap installation with a lot of wires and, to top the whole thing off, while trying to rectify the situation, set fire to an overhead projector, who new that was even possible? Actually quite funny. What a muppet!