Sunday, August 06, 2006
MaX gave me a surprise call today. Great to hear from him, and pretty much surprised that he's finding himself reasons to spend his money, while I'm locking myself in to NOT find myself reasons to spend money.
I've had quite a ridiculous week. I've been telling this to people over and over again due to frustration to the maximum. I guess it's about time I ranted about it on my blog eh?
OKay. So first week in LUCT, I was meant to register myself. I was horrified to know that despite the fact that I was a transfer from the Kuching side, my registration form is nowhere to be seen with the head of the faculty that I was supposedly registered under for BA in Mass Communication - The Faculty of Communications, Multimedia and Broadcasting.
So from Monday to Friday, I've been waltzing back and forth, making calls from one person to another, trying to locate my form. I was non-existent. There is no record of me in the school. WTF. After some phone calls back to the Kuching campus, I was told that they would fax the copy of my registration form directly to the person in charge of the course in the faculty,
A.
So after a few days, I would look for
A, wondering if the form ever got to her. It never did. She said nothing came through her fax machine. So I called up the Kuching campus administration again, and they again asked me to refer to
A, who still denied that she has the copy of my form. So I called again, and this time, they told me they faxed my form to the registry. OOh. Now you tell me?! OKay. And who did you fax it to specifically, I asked? "Please look for
E."
So I found
E, who then brought me to the registry and found me my course transfer form, which is not the one containing all my information, but the one where I requested to switch from foundation to first year (because my STPM results were enough to enable me to skip foundation). That does not help, at all. So now, where do I look? "Look for
R,
R should have a copy of your form - she's in charge of the foundation students in our faculty and I'm sure she would have some record of you.
"Err... no, I don't have her forms,"
R responded. Damn. Now what?! She'll check. Oh, wait, there is some record of me in the computer! Oh, I've paid for the tuition fees... oh but wait. I've still to pay my security deposit and buy another 'Wings of Creativity' book? But I paid for those in Kuching, as part of the fees when I registered with Limkokwing, and had mum fax over the receipt! WHAT THE HELL!
So I called up Kuching campus again, and hoo haa haa hoo. I asked a very simple question, "Is my form in Cyberjaya, or not?" The reply? "I'll call back". And when they did, "Look for
R, he has it."
GOOD GOD. He does have it. He's from the registry. Did he know the form is meant to be with the faculty that I shall be educated in?! Oh?! Uh.. Yeah.
Oh, this isn't the highlight... not yet anyway. It has just been week 1. This, is week two.Monday. I'm here, I'm here. Oh the time table's out. Better jot down everything. Yes, ok. Got it. First class, today, 9am. Oh. It's 10am now. Oh well. Better go look...
On the whiteboard - Name of lecturer, phone number, e-mail address. Another lecturer in the room, whom I expected to be a female of the species, was of the male instead. "Are you a design student?" Obviously not. Wrong class. But the name of the lecturer on the whiteboard IS the lecturer that's supposed to be teaching me at that time...
So I called - "Oh. I dismissed the class. Too little people. Just introduced myself. I'll see you next Monday, okay?" OKay.
Drifted around - next class was at 4. The cafeteria food sucked. Veggies were bitter and yellowish. Yuck. Bought overpriced drinks. Read books... la la la...
So at 4 o'clock, I headed to the classroom.
"I'm sorry, what class are you supposed to be in again?" the lecturer asked. "Information age?" I answered. "Wrong class, dear. This is PR." Amazing! The lecturers both have the same name, and I don't know how I managed to see Classroom 7 as Classroom 1. So I went to classroom 1 - it was dark...
Okay. Obviously no one was inside. So I went to the faculty. "Oh, that lecturer? He's still on leave. Will be back next week."
OH NOW YOU TELL ME.
According to the current timetable, I have nothing on Wednesday. And since the lecturer for Information age will not be around till next week, there goes my Wednesday class too.
So Thursday it is then. I missed my bus, damn. Had to take the erl, which resulted in me thinking I was 1.5 hours late for class. Hoo. Wait! The timetable changed. Oh, I'm not having FTV this morning - its a LAN module...
So I waltz to the classroom, where there's this big handwrtitten sign pasted on the door - "LAN MODULE classes start next week (10/8). Thank you." THANK YOU. According to my timetable, I haven't got class till... 5pm. What am I to do?!
I ate lunch (more pathetic veggies), read a book, bought ice-cream(S), bought and read a few magazines, bought over-priced coffee and tarts, bought
Ais Batu Campur, bought cake... till it was 5.
Headed to the classroom - oh gosh, it's dark. It's empty. There's no one there. Went back to the faculty, asked for the lecturer, and another lecturer said, "His stuff are on the table, but where he is... I don't know. I think you went to the wrong classroom! Go check the one on the ground floor."
So off to the other building I go, to the ground floor. Whee, there's light from inside the room! Class!
The aircon howls at me, the lights glare at me. But not a single soul in sight. Storming back to the faculty, I am met by another lecturer,
M, who will not be teaching me at all this semester.
"Oh, I think this is a tutorial class. Tutorial classes don't happen during the first week."
OH NOW YOU TELL ME.
And suddenly, out of context, he continues, "You know, from the moment you entered this faculty, I've always wanted to talk to you and tell you something."
OOkay...
"Everyone in this faculty says that you look like an exact clone of my ex-girlfriend."
WTF. That was the only thing my mouth would have said if it were not paralysed with dumbness.
"TRUE! I even told my ex-girlfriend about you!"
I thought my patience had totally run out, and needed recharging. I didn't want to step into college grounds until the next Monday.
Ironic, bizzare, strange, interesting - whatever it is, gah. I miss home so much - home in reference to my parents, my sisters (and our useless bickering), my errands, my end-of-the-week-rituals with mum... sigh. But life moves on. I will get used to it eventually, though I do feel things are moving pretty fast when I don't want them to. I just didn't expect this to happen now - parting, starting a new life, somewhat. I don't want to grow up! Ah, who am I kidding...
Pray for me that things will settle in college for me tomorrow onwards. :)
9:49 PM Azzie's got style
