Another Missed Entry

I feel terrible about missing days. It's like those days are lost forever.

But then I think that it doesn't matter, because all this is is a publicised journal, and therefore it reflects as such, and nothing more, public thoughts, and if I were to view a day unentered as a day lost, then all my thoughts that I have kept to myself are also lost, and only a shining public side of history remains.

And that just isn't true.

Anyway, one thing that I didn't cover at the point of last entry: due to a clerical error and a complete misunderstanding, I was Program Terminated. For all of those reading who don't understand the Roehampton lingo, basically means I cannot return to University to continue at my second year. And, much like yourselves right now, I discovered this with jaw agape, and eyes white. So I spent yesterday morning marching around Roehampton speaking to more and more senior people to get this entire situation rectified. Eventually, I made it to the Program convener, Rodney Stratford, who took me for Computer Architecture in the first semester. He knew me, he knew what I was capable of (I came top in his exam), and he knew that this was a mistake, so I explained the circumstances of it, and he made some phone calls and, fingers crossed, it'll be overturned, and the missing coursework can be handed in at a resit.

What it made me realise is that things are so easily lost in the beurocrap. Via paperwork, electronic or otherwise, there is no room for humanity, and therefore a human has to deal with what is obviously a grave error. The paperwork system in Roehampton deals in a clinical way, with no forgivings and no understandings, that lead to these stupid problems.

Terminating someone who is coming top in most exams and spends most of his term time helping others understand the coursework assignments is ridiculous, and yet by their own error they do it, leaving me and the convener to sort out their mess. Now I'm not saying I'm a perfect student; organisation is an issue for me, and some work that I did was late, however, the degree of reaction taken by late work is by far an overreaction, and I don't see it as beneficial to the student or the University.

But... it's their system. I can't change it, I just found my way around it.

I spent the rest of the day doing some hedge trimming and I watched the second volume of Kill Bill. At lunch, Emma made pork with ginger, and that was really good. My stomach reacts better to Japanese style food than Western food still (did I mention I am still ill?). I'm guessing it just misses Japan. When she returned from work at 5 we painted the bathroom and then chatted and finally started watching Final Destination 2. Apparently the pain fumes and the large screen gave her a headache, so she left after 15 minutes, and I decided to stop and watch the first one, seeing as I hadn't seen it in a while. Now, since I have been learning a little more about film since I first saw it, I noticed the bad parts of the film a lot more, but since I'm such a huge fun of graphical symbolism, the end scene still makes the whole film for me. I think that's what the second film lacked, despite being technically made better.

That was my yesterday. Today, I woke and went into Roehampton with Emma and now I'm on the computers typing away, emailing friends in Japan, about to go and cook some eggs.

I'm probably going to make a short entry on jtf now, and it won't be the same, so if you want the fill quasiblog experience, I recommend you read both.