University 'fun'
I was determined today to get things sorted with the university - changing course (again) and all that. Everything started off well - I rang the department I wanted to transfer to, spoke to a tutor and he said it was fine. In fact, he said that I could come down this afternoon and get the forms done and all that.
A thunderstorm started the moment I put the phone down to him. I should have realised it was a bad omen.
Taxi down to Law school to get transfer form. Law school doesn't have them. I need to see me award tutor, who's of course in another building. Thankfully it's only a three-minute walk, but the rain is sheeting down. Bite down and head off.
See award tutor. Award tutor can't give me form because she's (a) up to her eyeballs in work; and (b) I have outstanding fees. So they won't transfer me. Go to e-mail student advisor.
Can't e-mail student advisor as am now locked out of university system. Decide to go direct to advice centre - ten-minute walk in extremely heavy thunderstorm. I have no jacket or umbrella as I thought this would be a quick job.
Get to advice centre. Dripping wet. No-one is available to see me as all are too busy or not there. Go to ring Nick to try to get him to e-mail advisor.
Phone in students' union eats my money and doesn't give me phone call.
Head over to building where (potential) new award is based to tell (potential) new tutor that I can't get the forms signed today so he shouldn't wait for me. This was about the only high point, as he was really nice. Go to get taxi home.
Get grumpiest taxi driver in the world. Get home. I am no longer dripping wet - now you'd have to wring me out before I could be dripping wet.
Am currently waiting to see if advisor can reply to my e-mail today, and to see if I'm going to catch pneumonia.
Somewhere, Eris is rolling on the floor laughing.
A thunderstorm started the moment I put the phone down to him. I should have realised it was a bad omen.
Taxi down to Law school to get transfer form. Law school doesn't have them. I need to see me award tutor, who's of course in another building. Thankfully it's only a three-minute walk, but the rain is sheeting down. Bite down and head off.
See award tutor. Award tutor can't give me form because she's (a) up to her eyeballs in work; and (b) I have outstanding fees. So they won't transfer me. Go to e-mail student advisor.
Can't e-mail student advisor as am now locked out of university system. Decide to go direct to advice centre - ten-minute walk in extremely heavy thunderstorm. I have no jacket or umbrella as I thought this would be a quick job.
Get to advice centre. Dripping wet. No-one is available to see me as all are too busy or not there. Go to ring Nick to try to get him to e-mail advisor.
Phone in students' union eats my money and doesn't give me phone call.
Head over to building where (potential) new award is based to tell (potential) new tutor that I can't get the forms signed today so he shouldn't wait for me. This was about the only high point, as he was really nice. Go to get taxi home.
Get grumpiest taxi driver in the world. Get home. I am no longer dripping wet - now you'd have to wring me out before I could be dripping wet.
Am currently waiting to see if advisor can reply to my e-mail today, and to see if I'm going to catch pneumonia.
Somewhere, Eris is rolling on the floor laughing.