Welcome To University
What is it about universities that make them punish first year uni students? Shouldn't they be welcoming them? Or at least trying to make it look like they are? What is so hard about "Hello, and welcome to university." and not "Hello and welcome to university. To make your life more difficult, please try to do anything that is necessary to enroll and we will make it as hard as possible. And don't forget to step outside and be hounded by the 4000 different societies. Have a nice day."
My First Day:
Although my first day consisted of 1 hour of lectures and nothing else, I don't think it could have been made much more painful. But such is my continuing endeavour to somehow aquire a student card. Simple? Apparently not. First, I waited in line to get my student card only to be told that I need my enrollment details. Was this mentioned anywhere? No. So I went to the library and asked if they could print out my enrollment form. The receptionist turned into an angered hive of bees and my bag turned into a bucket of crying babies and I had to somehow escape without dropping the babies. But, as was the way with most things that day, I looked down and found my feet were now lemons. Walking became slightly awkward.
Of course, none of that actually happened. Well, nothing after my asking the receptionist if she could print out the form. The rest was in my head. Anyway, the receptionist said she could print it out for me, all I needed was my student ID card (I'm serious). I told her my unfortunate predicament. She was sympathetic and explained to me how I was to go about retrieving this form without a student ID card, all I needed was my student number and password. I knew these so I typed them into the computer and expected results. How very naive of me. Why would something as simple as lining up twice for about 45 minutes be all it takes to slay the university dragon? Of course, my password didn't work. So I headed for the IT Help Desk.
Now, until recently, I had not realised how loosely the term "Help" in the title "IT Help Desk" is used. Not once was I helped in the 600 hours I stood in line. After waiting until my beard had grown healthy and thick, I was finally at the front of a line of about 40 people, with only one person "Helping" us. And it's not as if there wasn't an entire room of IT "Help" students in a room behind him that everyone in line could see were not doing anything. Apparently, coffee is more important than all of us.
But finally, a person came out and asked if I was trying to change my password. I said yes and he gave me a pre cut piece of paper with a website address in which I could supposedly fix my problem. But of course coming out 599 hours ago and telling me that would have helped. So I sat down at a computer and went to this website and suprise suprise, I could only check my password, not change it. And as you all may have guessed, it was the one I had been trying all along. So I thought fuck this, and went up to give it one more try. Of course it didn't work, My password wasn't changed and I was no closer to getting my student ID card. But what fun I had waiting unneseccarily in line for so long. So I chewed off my own eyebrows. And set fire to that bucket of babies.
But it is not only my first day that has been filled with pointless endeavours and meaningless adventures. My older brother was sent on a fantastic wild goose chase around his uni only to find the place he was looking for was about 30 metres away from where he started (up some stairs too). And I will warn you now that my student ID card adventure continued and is still going, and because of my fruitless efforts, more problems have surfaced. But That's another story. That is all.
T.
My First Day:
Although my first day consisted of 1 hour of lectures and nothing else, I don't think it could have been made much more painful. But such is my continuing endeavour to somehow aquire a student card. Simple? Apparently not. First, I waited in line to get my student card only to be told that I need my enrollment details. Was this mentioned anywhere? No. So I went to the library and asked if they could print out my enrollment form. The receptionist turned into an angered hive of bees and my bag turned into a bucket of crying babies and I had to somehow escape without dropping the babies. But, as was the way with most things that day, I looked down and found my feet were now lemons. Walking became slightly awkward.
Of course, none of that actually happened. Well, nothing after my asking the receptionist if she could print out the form. The rest was in my head. Anyway, the receptionist said she could print it out for me, all I needed was my student ID card (I'm serious). I told her my unfortunate predicament. She was sympathetic and explained to me how I was to go about retrieving this form without a student ID card, all I needed was my student number and password. I knew these so I typed them into the computer and expected results. How very naive of me. Why would something as simple as lining up twice for about 45 minutes be all it takes to slay the university dragon? Of course, my password didn't work. So I headed for the IT Help Desk.
Now, until recently, I had not realised how loosely the term "Help" in the title "IT Help Desk" is used. Not once was I helped in the 600 hours I stood in line. After waiting until my beard had grown healthy and thick, I was finally at the front of a line of about 40 people, with only one person "Helping" us. And it's not as if there wasn't an entire room of IT "Help" students in a room behind him that everyone in line could see were not doing anything. Apparently, coffee is more important than all of us.
But finally, a person came out and asked if I was trying to change my password. I said yes and he gave me a pre cut piece of paper with a website address in which I could supposedly fix my problem. But of course coming out 599 hours ago and telling me that would have helped. So I sat down at a computer and went to this website and suprise suprise, I could only check my password, not change it. And as you all may have guessed, it was the one I had been trying all along. So I thought fuck this, and went up to give it one more try. Of course it didn't work, My password wasn't changed and I was no closer to getting my student ID card. But what fun I had waiting unneseccarily in line for so long. So I chewed off my own eyebrows. And set fire to that bucket of babies.
But it is not only my first day that has been filled with pointless endeavours and meaningless adventures. My older brother was sent on a fantastic wild goose chase around his uni only to find the place he was looking for was about 30 metres away from where he started (up some stairs too). And I will warn you now that my student ID card adventure continued and is still going, and because of my fruitless efforts, more problems have surfaced. But That's another story. That is all.
T.
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