Friday, August 25, 2006

The thing about moving out of your own bedroom and into the Student Halls is that you have to be ruthless with your tidying up.

So why is it that, after three bags of rubbish and two bags of old clothes, I STILL can't see my carpet?

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

So, here I am. The first member of my family to fill out all those application forms, get letters from UCAS, track my offers and sit my AS and A2 levels to get a place at University. I'm not the first member of my family to get into University completely - Dad went to Bangor, and Big Sis went to KIAD - but I'm the first family member to actually do it properly. As in, UCAS. And bugger ME, is it complicated.

See, the Higher Education people at school neglected to tell us what happens AFTER you get your results. Oh, they told us about Clearing, obviously, but they didn't tell us what happened when it went right. So I get my results - ABBCEab, exactly what I need plus a little extra - and I get my acceptance letter from Kent. "Congratulations. This letter confirms your place at The University of Kent." Well, that's all very well and good, but what happens next?

A lot, as it happens.

Firstly, there was the confusion of the reply slip. The letter said to send the reply slip back. The reply slip said not to. After several phonecalls, it's established that the slip doesn't need to be sent back. This, however, does nothing for my nerves. Next on the list is the enrolment procedure. This can be done over the Internet, so I give it a go with Mum watching over my shoulder. It's all terribly complicated but eventually it gets done. I then get an email telling me to do lots of other things, including activating my computing account. For that, apparently, I need my surname and my 8-digit student number as given to me on my confirmation letter. My surname isn't a problem. the 8-digit student number, however, is. I don't appear to have one.

So all in all, not an auspicious start to my University career. Still, never mind. I've got a few weeks to go before it all starts.