Smile: it confuses people
Two years ago to the day, I stood in line at the University of Glasgow to pay the fees for my MLitt course and pick up my matriculation card. I ended up spending nearly two hours standing in the pouring rain, getting wet and annoyed and, to quote my post at the time, “listening to female first year students wittering on about their fit boyfriends who play guitars and are such total slackers”. I also found myself in the bizarre situation of having two matriculation numbers, due so some sort of administrative screw-up.
Flash forward two years, and things went considerably more smoothly today as I queued to enrol in the first year of my PhD. Actually, there really wasn’t much queuing to speak off, because I was very near to being the first in line, thanks to arriving slightly earlier than necessary. The whole process was painless: I didn’t get wet, no-one was wittering about their boyfriend, and, all told, it look less than ten minutes. I was so pleased that I even flashed my best lopsided smile at the camera, so now, when people look at my matriculation card, they won’t think I’m a moody git, just a twit.
I’ll be back in at the university later this evening for an induction meeting for research students, but, because the matriculation process was over so quickly, I decided to just come home rather than hanging about for nearly four hours.
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