I have been informed that it has been too long since I last posted anything, so now that classes are over, I'm posting something.
My Friday started out with uncertainty over my class situation. My professor had not given any indication that we would not have class today, so I went. We didn't. Because the room was reserved for us for those two hours, I sat in there and finished my assignments. More room to pace means more productivity. Yay.
Next came the panic. I tried to submit my work online, but the turnitin submissions had already closed. Boo. After I emailed my professor, (The text reads: "Professor, I've just tried to submit my essays on turnitin, and it won't let me. I realize that I tried very close to the deadline. Have I failed the module? Is there a way I can still submit my work?" That's right; Have I failed the module? A few seconds too close to the deadline and I'm convinced I've failed. (In my defence, he says pretty clearly: "If you miss the deadline, you risk module failure." So.)) I went to the library to print everything off so I could submit hard copies. My print account had too little money on it, so I needed to add more. I only had a twenty pound note, three tuppence, and four pennies. The credit loader machines only take coins and nothing less than five p.
I went to the cafe in the library, had to wait for the guy behind the counter to serve the two people in front of me (toasted sandwich, latte, something else) and the person behind me. PISS ME OFF. I asked for change for my twenty, he gave me two tens. I told him I needed coins, could I have smaller change for one of the tens (a fiver and some pound coins? Two pound coins, even? I'll need to print more later anyway, so it's not like I wouldn't use it all up eventually) and he said he had no coins. Two o'clock in the afternoon, and he had no change in the register. What the hell, dude? Do you hate me? So I stormed back to my computer and asked the people sitting around me if anyone had change for a ten (more likely than a twenty, at any rate), and they said no. One person did have a ten p, which she was willing to trade me for my pennies (actually, I think she was a bit annoyed by my pennies, but whatever. Ten p for ten p. And now I don't have to deal with the pennies). I had barely enough money then to print out all of my work, so as soon as it finished, I rushed out of the library to turn them in.
Except I got flagged as I was trying to leave. I had some library books in my bag that are due tomorrow, and the person behind the desk insisted on my digging them out of the depths of my bag and handing over my ID card so she could personally check that every one of them really was on my account. She even flipped through the pages of some of them, don't know why. Probably just to take up more of my time. And when she was done, she was all, "Well, that's fine then. You may go." Thank you, snobby librarian lady, for condescending to letting me go about my business. How very generous of you.
Right. So I escaped the library, papers in hand (also four books, because I didn't have time to put them back in my bag). The next bit is my fault. I was supposed to submit the hard copies in Fincham, which is just round the backside of the library. I walked to the Queens Building across campus. I always have to turn things in at one of the two, and I always get it wrong. So then I had to go back to turn them in. Finally.
And of course, after all of this, I couldn't get lunch because the food places had already closed. Boo. So I went back to my room for some personal headache time in bed with some fanfiction.
And I don't remember anything else that happened,* so I'm just going to leave it at The End.
*Except I think I talked to my family? Was that Friday? I think it was...
