As I embark on my Masters degree in Fine Art, I feel privileged to say that this is the view that greets me every time I walk into the School of Art, that this is where I gained my BA. I do have to keep reminding myself of that though, that I have a degree, first class at that, because right now, I feel a fraud.
During MA induction meetings, the term 'imposter syndrome' was discussed; that so far through our pursuit of being a Master of our chosen subject, we will feel this, it is common.
The thing is, I felt this from the moment I received confirmation of my acceptance. That everything I had ever been taught, all the information I had gained, discovered or found along the way, everything that got me here, has been buried under eight years of life's distractions.
When I sit in that seminar room, I experience a strange combination of two very different strong emotions:
Discomfort - I know nothing, they've made a mistake, I shouldn't be here.
Comfort - like coming home, that this is exactly where I should be.
So, until they realise their mistake...