I�m a stressy person�I think I�ve more than established that fact in this diary. What I maybe haven�t established is that the world seems to want to KEEP me stressed.
QUICK UNI RUNDOWN�
I applied to the glorious University of Birmingham about�erm�four and a half months ago? In May anyway�
I was asked to send in a supporting essay at the start of July�
I had eventually managed (because of email problems�i.e. the admissions tutor didn�t get the emails) to get this essay to the department but, by the 15th August they decided it wasn�t �quite what they needed�.
Grrr�
So! On 23rd August the admissions tutor picked up my next email full of essays and told me she�d have a decision for me in the morning.
�five days later and I�m starting to sweat about handing notice in at work. So I email the admissions tutor to tell her this. Hello admissions tutor, I say. Hurry the fuck up, I also say.
The next day, joy of JOYS I get an email telling me they�ve accepted me for a place!!! WOOOOO!!!!
And I wait�
�
Two weeks later I ring the postgraduate admissions to say �Hello! I haven�t heard from you and I may kill someone soon!� in the chirpy way that I do and guess what???...the department (Humanities�well, I guess ALL humanities peeps (myself included) are lazy bloody arses) HASN�T bothered telling the admissions people that they have accepted me.
GREAT!
GREAT BIG SMEGGING HAIRY BOLLOCKS!
So�I apply to ADMISSIONS and they pass my application onto the DEPARTMENT who consider it�after consideration the DEPT pass their decision along to ADMISSIONS who then send a letter to ME.
Except in this case they�ve decided to tell me and no one else!!!!!
*dies*
I think I may be a little TOO stressed *runs around in circles and screams*
*headbutts something*
*lands on her ass*
See, this is not good�I�m imagining a tantrum!! *goes off and has one for real*
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