UniDiary Day 4: Registration

Falling at the first hurdle:

Despite deciding yesterday that I wanted to take extra modules, I wasn’t allowed. What was the point in attending the subject fair? Instead of getting ahead on my reading, I wasted an entire day. Majorly frustrating, but what can you do?

Because of the situation, I’ve been thinking a lot about encouragement. If someone is asking to do extra work before their course has even begun, shouldn’t you encourage them? Shouldn’t you let them take that chance and discover for themselves whether it’s a mistake? I understand that there’s a reason behind it, but still. I know myself. I’m a hard worker, and I would have been able to do it. It’s disappointing.

Instead, I’m going to talk to the Film Studies lecturer and see if I can take his subject as an elective. In other words, I might not get credit for it, but I AM taking Film. I only want to take in my first year, and that’s what I’m going to do.

The entire situation with the extra modules means that I was overcharged on UCAS, so I’m a little peeved about that. It’s too late to do anything about it now, but if you’re thinking of studying at the University of Hertfordshire’s Humanities department, only apply for one course. You’ll get to change your mind and do different ones at a later date anyway. (Also, there’s no difference between English Literature AND Journalism and English Literature WITH Journalism in first year. Don’t be fooled like I was. You only need to apply for one of them, not both).

ASDA adventure:

Because that session finished so quickly, me and my new friend had an entire day to fill. I showed her my flat, because she showed me hers yesterday, but it was a fairly warm and sunny day. It seemed a shame to stay cooped up inside.

Instead, we decided to trek all the way to Hatfield town centre. I needed to join the library, and my friend had to get milk and bread, so it was a two birds, one stone situation. Even though it was the first time we’d walked over there, we didn’t get lost – Hatfield’s actually a pretty small place… – and quick as a flash I’d gotten hold of my new library card, and we were crossing the road to ASDA.

Library card
Another county, another library card. This one even has logos!

I’ve never lived on my own before, so I’m not used to buying groceries. Determined not to buy anything but the essentials, I ran from the doughnuts and worked my way back towards the bakery section at the back of the store. Teaching my friend how to look for the bread with the longest date – no one can eat an entire loaf overnight – we zoomed off to the other aisles we needed. Tinned tuna? Check! Milk? Easy! Altogether, I spent £2.45, and I bought sandwich supplies that will last me a week and enough milk for at least ten mugs of hot chocolate. Success!

Late registration:

Both having surnames beginning with H, we weren’t allowed to join the registration queue until 4:50pm. With a bit of time to spare, we wandered over to the main campus to speak to someone in the student union. My account on their website hasn’t been working, and we’d planned to go on the trip to IKEA tomorrow… But my student number still wouldn’t work, so we’ve decided against it. At least that means we’ve both got a free day to get ahead on our reading (at least, until I go to see Waterparks in Camden tomorrow night).

Registration was in the Learning Resources Centre near my flat, so we arrived a little early for our late afternoon slot. I didn’t receive the email asking me to complete stage one, so I had to go through both stages. Luckily that didn’t cause a problem, and despite doing double the work it still went very quickly. LI won’t show you how stupid the ID picture of me is. Groan!

I’m now an official student of the university, so I’ve achieved something this week. With a free evening ahead of me, I’m going to get ahead on my course reading. Might as well start early, before it’s too late!

University of Hertfordshire merch
Look at all my swag! I Herts it 😉




Or maybe I’ll have a mental breakdown and cry myself to sleep about the fact that I can’t go in the kitchen because of the drunken teenagers. Who are counting their “pulls” using this really classy scorecard on the noticeboard.

I think K is kissing, F is fingering, S is shagging and Flat means “do it to a flatmate and get 10x the points”. Nice. Very nice. (By nice, I mean cringey. In case you didn’t get that.)

Maybe I’ll realise that I really hate being here, and I want to go home.

Yeah. Definitely going to do that instead.

  • Barb(Boxermommyreads)

    Sounds like I would hate the people in the kitchen! Man, grow up!