So, this week I started up formally at university.
My first day, Thursday, had its fair share of events.
Starting off bright and early at 6am, I was waiting for a bus going to the city in which I attend uni. Let me make it clear now, it is a LONG way from home.
So uh.. the bus turned up late, by about 10 minutes. The issue with this is I also have to board buses within the city. I wouldn't make it to the bus in time, however I would still arrive with 5 minutes to spare if I walked from the nearest stop instead.
Except well.... the driver also decided he'd have a cigarette break mid-way there. How nice of him.
I had to run all the way up-hill to my uni. All 20 minutes up the hill, running, in order to make it on time-ish.
I made it 2 minutes after the start of class, which was unfortunate. Not because I arrived late, but because I walked into a room which had the door at the front of the room... and about 50 people stared at me as I entered.
Quite lethal for my sociophobia.
Surviving that ordeal, and a fairly mundane class, my next lecture would take place in a theatre in which about 200 people were present. I, personally, had no incidents. However, the poor lecturer faced a multitude of issues. Firstly, the microphone which is used to be audible to the whole room wasn't working, he had to shout loud enough for the whole theatre to hear. Next, the audio for his PC wouldn't work, which meant he couldn't put on the videos he wanted to. And when he was showing his clipart-laden slideshow, he couldn't turn the lights off, so we could barely even see it.
This was all followed by a 2 hour bus journey home.
Today, being Friday, was my second day of university. For some reason, "floor one" is underground at my university. Also, for some reason, there are multiple floor ones in one building. Arriving barely in time once again due to the drastic public transport, I went down to the wrong "floor one". It turns out I was meant to go to a "floor one" on the other side of the entire building. Which I did, entering the back of the room JUST as the lecture began.
A class register was passed around during each lecture with everyone's name on it. If you are present, you sign next to your name.
Unfortunately I and two guys sitting next to me found that our names were missing. I'm still worried this wasn't merely a clerical issue, and my name simply wasn't meant to be there, who can say.
The lecture lasted 45 minutes of the 3 hours it was supposed to, the lecturer stating the two "tutorials" which were to follow wouldn't take place as it was the first class.
Great, I spent 4 hours travelling today for a 45 minute class in which she read from a slideshow we already had access to on the university network.
Despite the horror of the past two days, it was nice to come home to some new high-spec computer parts I ordered. Emphasis on "was", setting the parts up was a fucking nightmare and now my entire body hurts.
