I think I might have done something really silly. Me? No, surely not.
Whereas in the past I used to get strange packages arriving in the post after inebriated internet access, now it appears that I get OU openings courses. Of course, it is no longer a shock that I am taking the courses; they have been on my student homepage for some months now. I have long had a rule that actions made when drunk must have consequences, and those consequences must be dealt with. Sometimes it's an apology; sometimes it's navigating my way around a studio flat when a 10-man beanbag occupies the entire living space; sometimes it's doing a 10-week course, the choice of which curiously lacks any form of reason or insight. Apparently. This rule is not there to be broken.
The difficulty comes when the reality of the situation really makes its presence known. The day the apology is not accepted; the day the first mate sees the beanbag; the day the forums open.
Shit.
Openings it may be, but nonetheless, I am entirely out of my depth. Give me third year in maths or science and all is fine. Give me an openings in computer games and watch me slowly sink into a state of panic. I have no idea what anyone is talking about.
Erm...
I think I might have done something really silly. Me? No, surely not.
Whereas in the past I used to get strange packages arriving in the post after inebriated internet access, now it appears that I get OU openings courses. Of course, it is no longer a shock that I am taking the courses; they have been on my student homepage for some months now. I have long had a rule that actions made when drunk must have consequences, and those consequences must be dealt with. Sometimes it's an apology; sometimes it's navigating my way around a studio flat when a 10-man beanbag occupies the entire living space; sometimes it's doing a 10-week course, the choice of which curiously lacks any form of reason or insight. Apparently. This rule is not there to be broken.
The difficulty comes when the reality of the situation really makes its presence known. The day the apology is not accepted; the day the first mate sees the beanbag; the day the forums open.
Shit.
Openings it may be, but nonetheless, I am entirely out of my depth. Give me third year in maths or science and all is fine. Give me an openings in computer games and watch me slowly sink into a state of panic. I have no idea what anyone is talking about.
More tit, than git, some might say...