On my 19th birthday, (21/2/2012) I was given money to buy a jacket. I really wanted this one jacket from Hollister, the nearest shop being in Westfield in Central London. So on my day off from college, which happened to be on my birthday, I went to Westfield and went into Hollister. I tried on many jackets until I eventually settled on a really nice one that I still wear frequently. While I was in the shop, this song was playing. I wanted to know what the song was, but I couldn’t find out what it was. I searched for weeks, and months trying to find out the name of the song.
The search has now, as of 6 minutes ago, ended. I am so incredibly happy that this is actually a half decent song and the past two years haven’t been a complete waste of my time.
So while I was visiting my friend in Oxford he filmed me supplying tourists with unspeakably farfetched lies about the university under the guise of ‘auditioning to become tour guides’ and it goes to show just how credulous people are when faced with a fast-talking man wearing a tweed blazer.
A course I did last term helped me develop depression.
I got an essay back from said course today and, while I passed, the feedback sent me back into the same rut I was in before Christmas.
My university knows I NOW suffer from depression, yet have pulled no punches in informing me that the work that I spent a good 4 weeks on was ‘so apparently done in 2 days with only Wikipedia being cited.’
I wasn’t expecting a good grade, goodness no. But I wouldn’t have minded if someone had said “we realise what happened” instead of “we know what happened but still you are shit”. What the fuck is wrong with some educators?
This is a university I have, currently, given upwards of £21k to and they won’t acknowledge the fact that they have helped me develop a mental illness and taken no responsibility for it. I’m so fucking angry.