I was super nervous that morning heading to the train station, so I blamed my queasy stomach on both anxiety and excitement. The day got off without a hitch - that is until I began retching on the train from Newbridge to Kilkenny. Everything went downhill from there.
After that ordeal, I made my way to the studio with the determination that I would not let it ruin my experience. I was greeted by the studio manager and introduced to the girl I would be working with for the day. Once given my work, I set about finishing it *at my very own desk aw yisss*, studying the lines of action and skeletal structure of the characters on the model sheets. Time kinda flew by, and before I knew it it was half one.
This is approximately the time that I threw up in the hallway.
The studio staff were really nice about it, but I was mortified all the same. The day got progressively worse from there on. A taxi was called to bring me to the station, but traffic meant that I almost missed my train home. I got settled, threw up some more, and accidentally went on to Heuston. My phone died, too, and I was forced to borrow one from a kind stranger. After getting in contact with my parents, I bought a ticket back to Newbridge and finally reached my bed at around half seven.
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My second day in Kilkenny was so much better than the first. Unfortunately, the man in charge of teaching me during my time there was absent again, so I was downstairs filing. I didn't really mind, though - it was mind-numbing in a ... therapeutic kind of way. Once I had sifted through and alphabetized everything, I took my hour-long lunch break and wandered around the town eating my revolting Tesco wrap. I spent the rest of the day watching one of the studio's own works and got home without a problem. All in all, it was a pretty successful day.
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