Gouache painting, A5 size 

Tracing the old light rail along the Goods Line, wondering if the ping pong tables are ever used. A quick show of my student ID and I get to just walk right through the back door of the Powerhouse Museum. Standing on the escalator, looking up at the moon installation before another day of Problems to Possibilities. 

At the end of the day I arrive at Central early enough that my train carriage is mostly empty. Drop my bag and my own dead weight with a thump only to pass Strathfield and realising I don’t remember anything between leaving class and this moment. I’m not sure I remember how I got from entering the Powerhouse with around three-fifty other BCII students and sitting amongst a little more than a hundred here in our fourth year space. BCII has bookmarked every semester and framed our most significant years so far. Turning twenty one, P’s turning green before disappearing altogether, casual pay in exchange for entry level roles. Not to mention COVID, Free Britney became Britney’s Free and voting for our climate. This has been our little while. I’ve never regarded myself as much of an intellectual, or worthy of engaging with the big stuff. Sure, BCII has given me methods and skills, but with each passing school, I’ve been instilled with confidence to the point that I truly believe myself more than competent. When presenting industry partners with rich pictures and stakeholder maps, I am proud to be holding up a butcher’s paper scribble with my inky toddler hands. Despite moments like this, I don’t feel silly. I know the work I have done and the value I’ve created. If, rather when, I’m in a conversation and their tone implies my place is elsewhere, I raise my chin and my voice and articulate myself knowing that what I have to say and the way I think means I can break down a system and reveal aspects others haven't thought twice about. Accepting this fluke offer, my atar could not have reached, to study a Bachelor of Creative Intelligence and Innovation was an easy decision. I didn’t expect this degree to finish, our time here to crash on the shore, and the most significant thing to remain was my sense of self. I’ve only now realised that I believed a double-degree of Design and BCII student verified my smartness. BCII's greatest strength is the people, people like me. So, cheers to us not only going onto bigger and better things, but us being the bigger and better part of what’s to come.