We all have those moments of doubt. You sit there and wonder, “Did I overestimate myself?” or “Will I fall to pieces and crumble under pressure?” or “Will it all be worth it in the end”. If you haven’t already guessed, that’s the position I am in at this very point in time.
It’s that time of the year again. The time, I’m sure, that many students have been dreading. If you don’t know what this is, you soon will. When our future rests on good quality internet and, admittedly, on the hope that everybody else has forgotten what’s yet to come. Soon we will all be sitting in front of our computer screens, chewing our fingernails nervously, while we’re faced with the horror of the below screen for what will be the final time for many of us:
It was rough, but I made it.
Last year, starting out as a newly-graduated school girl I managed to enroll myself in a fourth-year subject without knowing. And I would have attended the classes with the twenty-something-year-old’s not realising I had made a mistake were it not for my brother. This year however I managed to enrol correctly without his help. I may still have had to call the faculty help desk and get them to walk me through the process which involved majors and minors and un-submitted forms and slow internet…. but I still consider this a win.
Pit of Despair: 0
Welcome back fellow brethren in academia/congratulations on accepting your offer to QUT. I hope you all made the most of your holidays, I know I did! Apart from getting my tonsils taken out, that was the definition of not fun at all. This was me in the hospital.
Well, well, well. We’re back again; back for another year of procrastinating and Officeworks day trips. I can’t say I am entirely glad to have finished holidaying but I am glad for some form of structure, even if it is still up-in-the-air until registration is opened and… (Dramatic music) shut. The registration of classes at UNI is a fabled experience; a story told from sibling to sibling, teacher to student, stranger to unsuspecting stranger. It is the stuff of horrifying myth. Where thousands upon thousands of people, young, not-so-young and mysteriously-ageless students gather in one place and battle for their seat from which they will fight for their future. Read more
ARGHH!! Stress! Stress! Stress! START QUT students’ class registration opened today so in my spare class at school I hopped online to get into a class early that wouldn’t disrupt school so much. Lecture and tutorial on Monday. Sweet but no, wait, something’s wrong. Class full: you have been placed on a waiting list. Pardon? Class registration isn’t supposed to officially open until Monday and the compulsory lecture is FULL!? so after a major heart attack and repressed scream resulting in only a few casualties, I realised I should probably contact the START QUT services. Turns out that my disintegration of sanity was for no reason – with only one lecture available I was automatically placed in the class. *sigh*
Final submission due Sunday and I’m on top of it. Class registration complete and holidays looming; Semester 1 university subject in QUT Bachelor of Design: done. well.. almost.
Doing university and school at the same time really is possible, you just have to have a hug, a smile, a laugh and a bed somewhere to keep you going.