The why yes I really am f***king annoyed post

I understand that not everything on field trips will go to plan. I know that you can't predict for injuries and traffic. You can however, take the 40 minutes you planned for to look at item 1, rather than the hour an half you did take. And the subsequent twice as much time for the other places. You have watches.
Also you did know that your workplace, the place at which I study, had rented out the car park for the evening to several thousand people for an event that ended at the time our coach due to arrive back in car park. So a little foresight might have told you that getting back was going to involve some problems. Like maybe that we wouldn't be able to park in the car park, or even allowed in, and that we'd have to drive endlessly around the city centre like very swish vagrants.

Because gentlemen, some of us live in places where buses only operate between ten and four on Sundays, and so have had to call in very many favours to get to and from university in the first place, and people are not happy when they get messed around doing people favours.

It was cold. Very very cold. I am annoyed.

Field Trip

We did go in a bus and we did go to some rocks and we did see a mine.

I felt pretty much as though I was 7 yesterday. Things I don't like: people not being clear about what they mean, or why they want you to do something. Transparency in teaching, people, transparency.

I was very relieved that it was a proper coach, with a qualified coach driver (I trust minibuses not a bit).

It wasn't bad, and in parts (well part) was interesting. I could however, think of several hundred things I'd rather do on a Saturday.

It's Friday night, it's time for...

Map reading. Oh yes reader. You ARE envious aren't you? Don't deny it. I can feel it through the screen.

Yes my entertainment tonight will be trying to finish my map homework in anticipation of tomorrow's field-trip, which isn't, as one might hope, to somewhere glamorous. It is infact to somewhere nearer to my house than the university is. Matlock Bath. Oh yes indeedy. That exciting. Mostly I'm concerned about the potential of getting on a normal public transport bus first thing in the morning dressed like a rejected Village People member (and no sadly its not the Indian). That and the fact that after a whole day with people I may end up killing someone. My patience levels are at an all time low at the minute.

Partly because my back is in absolute agony. To the point where I'm genuinely considering a wheelie flight case to carry about. I have reduced all my stuff that I take daily to minimum levels. Really truly minimum for me. I have to carry a full pencil case I cannot assume, as so many others do, that the one pen I take will always work.

Also my patience is low thanks to spending the day searching for information and meeting the "your institution does not subscribe to this" screen far far too frequently. I understand that they can't afford to subscribe to everything but one journal had about five different articles and appears to be something of a 'core' journal. However, I am apparently mad for spending this much time on this essay, since it is a formative essay. For those not familiar, formative is code for"nil points", but you have to do it as a requirement of the module. However, you get given feedback. And if I'm going to get feedback on technique I'd like it to be information that I actually do need to know rather than telling me stuff I knew, but haven't done because it was a no pointer. Partly because it seems a colossal waste of both mine and my teacher's time, and partly because I'm there to learn new stuff. That's the whole point for me.

Well, anon, I must go to my map again. Joy.