To clarify the last entry as it is only two words, I would like to direct your attention to the people who call themselves Hong Kong Universty staff.
So there is the thing, I will admit that a part of this is my fault too, but ultimately they could have prevented this.
So there is this class called Tools for the Modern Journalist which I am supposed to take. Now like a great and hard working studednt I set out to prepare for this and many other classes that I am to take in my year as a Master’s Student.
But as I am working and living on Campus at Lingnan at the time, I was not fully updated on things that were happening in my new school. I would get updates occasionally when I made the trek up to the school on a slight chance that I can get away from work early. So it was not easy.
Visiting the office of my department, I have to say they had not mentioned anything about the class. Apparently that it started on the 31st of August and finishes on the 5th of August. Get that, it is a five day class that goes on, and finishes before regular teaching starts.
So on one of my last days at the office, I get a call that says,
“Hello Jonathan how come you have not gone to your Tools class?”
I was like what tools class, teaching has not started yet. I’m at work right now.
“Well tomorrow is the last day for lesson. You missed the whole class. Please e-mail… and see what will happen.”
Apparently Tools for the Modern Journalist is a pre-req for the programme. Basically to get through the Masters programme I needed these five days of lessons. So well, didn’t anyone tell you. I’m like you don’t expect that people read all of the damn handbook for me. I never had a chance to go home and gather everything, and noone reminded me of this.
So ok, I understand that maybe I should have went and got all of this shit together before I went up. Maybe I should have checkrf all material before I entered the department. But still, call at the end of the session, is like pretty useless.
It is pretty as usefully as asking someone if they are ok after I shoot them in the head. Fuck man, you could have told me after the first day, and I would have taken my ass to school as fast as I could.
But no, you had to do this at the very last fucking minute so I couldn’t do anything about it, and risk maybe even losing the chacne my schooling… Well… FUCK YOU…
It was like this last time to… In my Undergrad, I tried to drop this course, and I seemed to have successfully dropped it according to my enrollment records, and my printed schedule. However, it seems that I was enrolled into it, without my knowledge. Well May rolls around and I get a call asking, howcome I have not turned in any homework, and also missed the mid-term.
I was like I didn’t sign up for this class, I dropped it. But then they were like well according to our records you are signed up and that is final. I showed them my printouts dated after theirs… but they stood firm. So I had to make up all material and test in a span of 1 week, and then take an exam and do a report the next week. Fuck may it was the most stressful time of my life. I almost failed a class I never signed up for… and it would have fucking brought my grade down cause it was a required elective… Fucker..
It also happened with a music class, but that was easy and they called on the day of the midterm, cause it was a small class, and I easily got through that.
I hope this is not a foreshadow of what is to come. I need t get my ass out and start getting my shit together… I fucking hate how my life atschool all seem to unravel at the same time when I am at Hong Kong Univeristy… Fuck this man… I am determined to get through this, even if I do not have my first choice advisor for my Thesis…
Jonathan Out!
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