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I recall the F-Word being the first thing that came to mind followed by an actual shouting of, "I thought it was the fifteenth..."
Evidently not - the eleventh - and another tutor says I've only got three days inwhich to do it. So I head up to the open-access ICT suite and get cracking with the help of my friend Danielle who'd already started her's. She got me started and I've successfully completed the section about myself - that's right, I've completed the easiest bit.
Still at it, right now, at home... No clues as to which university is for me, no idea what my last boss' name was, not knowing what chance I have of even succeeding. Deadline or not, a rude ICT staff member approached me earlier today and said, "Well, you've no chance of getting into university at this rate." Cheers for that - you really boosted my confidence...
> I did say I don't really have any intention in going there...
Surely you should have put a Uni on there that was far better than your expectations then?
> hahaah DeMontfort ahahahaah
That's funny because of the ridiculously fancy name or 'cos it's a s**t uni?
5 / 5
And I'd still be able to get into them if I fell into a coma right ... about ... now.
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> That's only because Scotland is "different" though.
Just the same way that Steven Hawking is "different"
Yes, that's right, Scotlands a disabled country but it's really intelligent. Or not.
I would have applied for Cambridge and Oxford (I did have two spaces left on my form) but I couldn't be bothered getting it done for October 15th, rather than giving myself an extra 3 months to work on it.
THat and the fact that we were only told how to use everything etc a week before the 15th.