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.

Day three, the day in which, reader, we actually enrol

Yes it took till Wednesday. However, it was a billion times more simple than it had been made out to be, and that's even allowing for the fact that there were two me's on the system.

So now being formally enrolled means I have a new shiny ID card, so have been able to apply for my [freebie] NUS extra card, and student mango card (35% off bus fare, yes please).

I also collected my strange collection of essential tools. Including my rather fashionable hard hat.

And had a library tour, which I was grateful to have as an unofficial one, rather than the proper one because he made it last 15mins rather than half an hour.