Sep. 10th, 2004

Brainfood

Sep. 10th, 2004 02:35 am
woodface: (strength sam)
So one starts to write a nice fluffy fic to get you back into writing. Then it suddenly turns into angst and the next thing you know that fic is eating your brain.
woodface: (armed yoyo_ hyari)
All those people who told me to go to the official graduation for "the experience" can bite me. I went with my mom. We took the train to Heverlee. Strangely enough they decided to do the graduation in a part of the campus that humane sciences never comes. Of course the map didn't indicate any train stations or bus stops. All they indicated were parking lots because it is only natural that everyone owns a car and that everyone is able to make themselves free to go to their kids graduation on a friday at 16:00. We stupidly think that 20 minutes will be enough to get from the station to the aula.

I want to go one way, my mom doesn't believe me and goes ask someone. They send us the complete other way. I get suspicious, we ask again and I was right. Again, I want to go one way, my mom wants to go the other way. So we take her way and come into this huge park with nothing of indications on where to go. I ask some students and they tell us there is no other way than to go round. So we do that, we find this odd arrow saying "promotions". WOuld that be it? Am I getting promoted? But it's pointing the complete other way than we should go, so we continue. End up on the other exit of the park. Go back. Hang on, are those blocks on the map not buildings but actually fields? Hmmm, seems so. So we finally find it. 15 minutes late. Apparently the opening speech and musical intermezzo was very short as we enter the room just in time to hear them say the name of the last person in my faculty.

The whole KUL can bite me. How hard is it to provide indicators at every entrance of the park. It's not like it's the first time they're doing this. And we really weren't the only ones to get lost as plenty of people were entering late as well.

Conclusion: a whole wasted afternoon to go to something I didn't want to go to in the first place. It goes beyond my comprehension how a university can be so unorganised for an event that they hold twice a year. Why can't they just do it in the aula in the middle of Leuven itself? How fucking hard is it? And don't tell me that aula is too small because the amount of chairs that were available in that crappy building were not more than the other aula. There were still people standing up.

I could have worked on my fic!

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