Mother says this is a good place to document all the not-so-great parts of studying here; so here goes: What kind of an international office only opens from 11-13:30, Monday to Thursday?! How is that going to help anyone? And also, whilst they're at it, give us a young Spanish girl who doesn't really want to speak any slower or try and make it easier for us foreign students to understand - and sure, go ahead and make a mistake on my Certificate of Arrival, I only need it to receive my Erasmus grant after all. And yes I know a siesta is traditional and oh so authentic but must everything close at lunchtime?
Being a (reasonably) organised person I also really would have liked to have had my classes sorted before I arrived at the University, but that would be silly. So trawling through the dense, and in some parts out-of-date website, I eventually found the page with the information for my intended course. Ok - that module looks good...(scrolling down the page, scroll, scroll, scroll) ooh that one looks fun! Oh no wait, can't do that - it's a year long...(scroll, scroll, scroll) well, yes, ok beginner's French could be good for me...(scroll, scroll, scroll...end of page). Fab, plenty of choice.
So having eventually found some other modules which appeared on the course programme but not in the timetable, I proceeded to ask unhelpful Spanish girl where I could find these classes. Naive little me - she tells me that as they don't appear to have been assigned a time, classroom or teacher, they probably aren't happening and that I should just look for something else - there's bound to be something similar. How can a university have a subject floating around in academic cyberspace that belongs to no teacher?! NO COMPRENDO.
On the plus side, look at my new slippers.
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