!*%£$*@ *!*$ !*&*%**£&*!!!!
Ahem, excuse my language. Guess what? Not content with having cancelled our seminar for yesterday, the room reference for the replacement seminar today turned out to be wrong. There is no such room as CH01.11! It doesn't exist, never has and never will!
Soon after stomping back to my room, I noticed a new email in my inbox. It was a "sincere apology" from the unit director, who said there had been a "misunderstanding" (the implication was that it was us students who had misunderstood). The seminar has been rescheduled again, this time for tomorrow morning. Tomorrow is--was--my day off. I am not amused.
To make things worse, the seminar I've just come back from (a Maths one) was totally pointless. They gave us a worksheet which I'd downloaded off Blackboard anyway and told us to get on with it. Students who had done some maths recently found it patronising, and I found it even more annoying because I knew I should be confident with this stuff, but my brain felt like cotton wool and I got stuck on the easiest questions (like "what's three-eights plus nine-sixteenths?"). The net result was that everyone in the room got annoyed.
Well. I have the damn algebra sheet now, so I know I can feasibly miss that seminar if I have to. It isn't as if we're actually being taught anything.
On the bright side, I have managed to locate a bottle of my native Adnams Bitter. Soooo much better than the mass-produced, cheap beer they sell in the pub! I couldn't get any Broadside, which is a shame, but the bitter is almost as good. Mmmmm ... a real taste of home.
Ahem, excuse my language. Guess what? Not content with having cancelled our seminar for yesterday, the room reference for the replacement seminar today turned out to be wrong. There is no such room as CH01.11! It doesn't exist, never has and never will!
Soon after stomping back to my room, I noticed a new email in my inbox. It was a "sincere apology" from the unit director, who said there had been a "misunderstanding" (the implication was that it was us students who had misunderstood). The seminar has been rescheduled again, this time for tomorrow morning. Tomorrow is--was--my day off. I am not amused.
To make things worse, the seminar I've just come back from (a Maths one) was totally pointless. They gave us a worksheet which I'd downloaded off Blackboard anyway and told us to get on with it. Students who had done some maths recently found it patronising, and I found it even more annoying because I knew I should be confident with this stuff, but my brain felt like cotton wool and I got stuck on the easiest questions (like "what's three-eights plus nine-sixteenths?"). The net result was that everyone in the room got annoyed.
Well. I have the damn algebra sheet now, so I know I can feasibly miss that seminar if I have to. It isn't as if we're actually being taught anything.
On the bright side, I have managed to locate a bottle of my native Adnams Bitter. Soooo much better than the mass-produced, cheap beer they sell in the pub! I couldn't get any Broadside, which is a shame, but the bitter is almost as good. Mmmmm ... a real taste of home.
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