Back in June and July 2008 I consistently complained about, bemoaned, and HATED on the University of Sydney. Why? Because their application process is the WORST! Sure it’s easy to apply. Just sign here, here and here and submit the application fee. That’s the part they tell you. What they don’t tell you is that from the point you’ve completed the application you should expect that it will be lost in the darkest, largest, deepest and probably creepiest black hole you could ever imagine. Am I being dramatic? I think not.
I was all pumped to take “Coaching in Organizations” for my summer school class. I registered, applied for a prerequisite waiver, and waited. Then when I never heard anything I called. Then I called again. And again. And again. I was ASSURED that the class I was SO EXCITED to take was all good and I was set to take it. So I started doing packing preparations because I’m supposed to leave in a few days and then I thought – I better call one more time (as if the 15 trillion times before weren’t enough.) Why did I call again? Because nothing at the University of Sydney is ever easy and this process smelled kinda fishy.
THANK GOODNESS I CALLED AGAIN!!!!
My prerequisite waiver was NOT actually accepted. Wait what? But wait a minute – didn’t they say it was accepted last time I called? It’s all good in a terribly horrible way. I’m not surprised. For some reason Aussie English and American English are completely incompatible and the language barrier is almost insurmountable. ERR.
But on the bright side of the black hole (umm Daisy? Black holes don’t have any light) I am super duper lucky because now I get to take the lamest, suckiest (whatever spellcheck – underline away! suckiest IS a word
) class EVER!!! The class: Counterterrorism and Human Rights. LAME! Sooooo not what I wanted to take. But it means I can postpone packing for a bit.
Maybe if I’m even luckier the class will be taught by another hippy anti-American convict. And she can pick me out of the class every session like I’m in high school and ask me what I’m whispering about. I’ll lie like I did every last session and say, “Oh sorry I just didn’t understand what was said.” When REALLY I was whispering about “What the flip is she wearing today? Seriously? Two headbands that don’t match, five bangle bracelets, two shawls, one, two, three – I can’t count how many earings and oh no she didn’t – please tell me those are not white socks with those ugly black lace-up commando boots.”
Cross your fingers for me!