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Runshaw College
May. 12th, 2003 11:59 amTechnically, I should be revising right now. T be precise, playing the cello, in preparation for the whole "exam" thing in three hours time.
But hell, I can't be arsed. I'll fail. No biggie, really. I did worse on my mock, and I still got a C for that, so theres hope for me yet.
Am currently in state of being-pissed-off-ness. I have a Runshaw college interview on Friday, which is a college I don't really want to go to, but it's a last resort sort of thing. Anyway, Dad's been very awkward and needs to get his teeth done on the same day, and can't take me there. Mum's doing the whole "work" thing that day, and I can't be arsed to get the bus. I mean, I will if I have to, but...
So, phoned up the college this morning. Got told the alternate day was on 11th June, which I couldn't make since el parento working in the morning, and I have an exam in the afternoon. Poor receptionist lady got very stressed, and but me on to the woman who was supposed to be helping me anyway, Ann Worchester.
Wish she hadn't. That Ann Worchester woman was SUCH a cow. She got very snotty at me when I said about Dad going to the dentist:
"Why, do you have to take him?" (No, stupid cow, but I'm the one who'll have to help my semi-conscious Dad out of the taxi when he comes home and I'll be the one that has to keep on eye on ill dog and house while he's comatose from the dental sugery.)
And when I described that he was working on 11th June, she just went "Well, surely you're able to take the bus? You really should have done this beforehand, especially since your application was late."
(My applicatipon was put in by my school. If she was going to get snotty with anyone, it should have been with Ms Turpin)
Anyway, she just went "Well, if you can't make it, then you won't be going to the college. Do phone if the situation changes. Bye!" and put the phone down on me, leaving me gasping is slight horror. I mean, come on. It's really not my fault. Yes, I could have easily taken the bus, and I was willing to and all, despite the fact it's actually rather awkward getting from Ormskirk to Leyland by any method of transport, but... god. I didn't need to be treated like THAT.
Runshaw College can sod off. Screw it, Im going to Winstanley anyway, and if it all goes wrong, then I'll just go to Preston. So :P Mrs Ann Worchester.
Anyway. Think will go and play the vello now. After The Coral finishes on the radio. Happy song. Calm Hathor... lol.
Namarie! ~Hathy_Col~
(HA! There's actually a "pissed off" emotion! Wonderful!)
But hell, I can't be arsed. I'll fail. No biggie, really. I did worse on my mock, and I still got a C for that, so theres hope for me yet.
Am currently in state of being-pissed-off-ness. I have a Runshaw college interview on Friday, which is a college I don't really want to go to, but it's a last resort sort of thing. Anyway, Dad's been very awkward and needs to get his teeth done on the same day, and can't take me there. Mum's doing the whole "work" thing that day, and I can't be arsed to get the bus. I mean, I will if I have to, but...
So, phoned up the college this morning. Got told the alternate day was on 11th June, which I couldn't make since el parento working in the morning, and I have an exam in the afternoon. Poor receptionist lady got very stressed, and but me on to the woman who was supposed to be helping me anyway, Ann Worchester.
Wish she hadn't. That Ann Worchester woman was SUCH a cow. She got very snotty at me when I said about Dad going to the dentist:
"Why, do you have to take him?" (No, stupid cow, but I'm the one who'll have to help my semi-conscious Dad out of the taxi when he comes home and I'll be the one that has to keep on eye on ill dog and house while he's comatose from the dental sugery.)
And when I described that he was working on 11th June, she just went "Well, surely you're able to take the bus? You really should have done this beforehand, especially since your application was late."
(My applicatipon was put in by my school. If she was going to get snotty with anyone, it should have been with Ms Turpin)
Anyway, she just went "Well, if you can't make it, then you won't be going to the college. Do phone if the situation changes. Bye!" and put the phone down on me, leaving me gasping is slight horror. I mean, come on. It's really not my fault. Yes, I could have easily taken the bus, and I was willing to and all, despite the fact it's actually rather awkward getting from Ormskirk to Leyland by any method of transport, but... god. I didn't need to be treated like THAT.
Runshaw College can sod off. Screw it, Im going to Winstanley anyway, and if it all goes wrong, then I'll just go to Preston. So :P Mrs Ann Worchester.
Anyway. Think will go and play the vello now. After The Coral finishes on the radio. Happy song. Calm Hathor... lol.
Namarie! ~Hathy_Col~
(HA! There's actually a "pissed off" emotion! Wonderful!)
