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"I HATE UCAS!"

Today, we were sat idly in the theatre awaiting our lecture, and the tutor comes in and announces that the closing date for UCAS applications is the eleventh.

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...

The Hibernator wrote:
> Your response to being banned, retard.

Yeah, 'cause I clearly stated otherwise.

Anyway - like I give a rat's ass, dipshit.

I don't know how I'll react...

It's occured to me that I haven't applied to any places closer to home, so it's inevitable that I leave. And depending on how my life is at that moment in time, it might not feel too great.

I remember the waiting time for applying to uni... seemed like ages before you get a reply, then when you finally do, a sense of excitement and anticipation never seen since the kiddy days.

Your response to being banned, retard.

You read it here first kiddies - thinking about a response is sad.

Contemplated your response... then had to make a picture...

...contemplated?
Contemplated what?

It's sad how you even contemplated that...

Perhaps more like;
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Negative.