Nott What You'd Expected...

Sex, Ques, and Registration

Day three(?) of registration is in the books so to speak, and what a day. Aside from almost committing assult on a very stubborn and (let's face it) frumpy Englishwoman in a patronizing yellow polo, the day is almost over and i'll be a better man for it.

We arrived at the English Dept que at about 9, and waited for a good half hour before we made it to the main room. Problem One: in the main room, students were queing behind signs for their classes which had been posted on the walls. Our classes were not among those posted. Problem Two: before entering the room, it was discovered that-although the module info on the internet claimed our classes were 10 credit- they were now all listed as 20. Not good.
We made it to the front of one line, where a lady told us to see the head honcho in the English Dept. Her office was filled with candy wrappers, fruit baskets, and angry looking foreign exchange students. Ana was first, and upon presenting her BLUE SHEET of hopeful classes to the Yellow Lady, was promptly told that "You can't take these... any of them.... " And the yellow lady crossed them off of her sheet.
Ana was dumbfounded. Brandon was next. Same result. While the internet and several members of the International Student office told us that we were able to take certain classes, we were denied- save for a few very unhelpful courses that were available to all students regardless of ability or level.

Bottom line: we signed up for a course with a similar title and equally vague course description as our intended course: "English, Communications, and Society"

Now we sit and pray that Luther accepts the course as a linguistics/comm class that can be used towards the Ed minor.

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In other news, we were treated to an awesome lecture last night from a professor who has taught in the US and in the UK for the past 30 years. He included some insight into the mindset of most UNott students as we begin to meet them in our classes.
Most importantly: they are rich. they have studied the same subject for the past 4 years or more, and they are spoiled. While we sit in classes with these Brits, they pay less than 5,000 US dollars a year in tuition. To be fair, Diet Coke here is about 2 US dollars for a 20 oz, but let's be real- the Luther gang is here paying 30,000 a year, taking out loans with outrageous interest rates. Interest rates for British students? Zero. And loans are repaid as soon as the students are able to earn more than 15,000 L (30 grand) a year. So... under this system, teachers in the US would never repay their loans.

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glad to be done with registration, looking forward to running on a team again, needing to finish this essay for Luther class, hungry for chicken cooking upstairs, wishing Muggles didn't make us sound like morons in an email to the UNott directors....

kevin

oh, more on the 'sex' in the title later.... i have a pretty rediculous picture (don't worry, family)

posted by Kevin @ 5:26 PM