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It was just after I got my visa to start a film course at Point Park College (now university) and the embassy official told me that Point Park wasn’t a very good university and I should think about going somewhere else or abandon my plans altogether. I took her comments under advisement and still hoped that a film course in Pittsburgh would prove interesting, enlightening and lead me to some sort of long-term stay in the U.S or some film-related job back in London, where I’m from. I came back to my apartment in Central London to find a huge package with the logo of New York University (NYU) emblazoned on the top right hand corner. I opened the package, which revealed a red folder, and opened that, which showed a letter of acceptance to the most prestigious film-related university in the world. I was shocked; numbed. I couldn’t believe my luck. It was a long shot that NYU would accept me. After all, University of Miami, University of Iowa and University of California at Los Angeles had all turned me down I had predictedA’ Level passes in English, Sociology & Psychology and the offer at NYU was conditional on securing those grades. NYU’s acceptance came with some conditions, which gave me trepidation: namely, being on academic probation my first year and having to maintain a Grade Point Average of 2.5 on a 4.0 scale.