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Thu, Mar. 1st, 2007 01:38 pm
Okay. So. French is confusing the LIVING HELL out of me right now. Rock up to room 129 as written in the time table at midday... nobody there. Check timetable online, and for this week and this week only, starting at 1. Goodo. Bum around for an hour, rock up again at 1, room full of beginner beginners who don't know how to say bonjour. They point me to 101 where the advanced class is, wander over there, and halleluja it's the right teacher =D
Who then goes on to introduce a completely different professor, who then asks, "Right, so who's in second year beginners? And~ first year advanced?"
aksldjbgas
Buggered off with another girl who also had the wrong place/time/whatever written down on her timetable and looked for... I think her name's Collette. Found her, told her 'd00d, my timetable's whacked' and she told me 'd00d, it so is. Here's the real one. Buy these books =D'
So NOW I've MISSED my first lecture, which was~ on at 12 only in a completely different room, and apparently the Friday one is a repeat of today's, and there's now a tute this arvo at 3.
FOR FUCK'S SAKE, FLINDERS. SORT YOURSELF OUT. BLOODY HELL.
Who then goes on to introduce a completely different professor, who then asks, "Right, so who's in second year beginners? And~ first year advanced?"
aksldjbgas
Buggered off with another girl who also had the wrong place/time/whatever written down on her timetable and looked for... I think her name's Collette. Found her, told her 'd00d, my timetable's whacked' and she told me 'd00d, it so is. Here's the real one. Buy these books =D'
So NOW I've MISSED my first lecture, which was~ on at 12 only in a completely different room, and apparently the Friday one is a repeat of today's, and there's now a tute this arvo at 3.
FOR FUCK'S SAKE, FLINDERS. SORT YOURSELF OUT. BLOODY HELL.