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So I was expecting college to send out letters saying when the next semester started. Maybe I was deluded, but I was sure they'd done something like that before.
They hadn't. There'd been nothing arrived over the last couple of weeks. Out of curiosity, I go to the website, and apparently classes start - well, today, now. Monday.

Yikes. Panic!
Also kill college but mostly panic! Worry about 'was I supposed to send something back'? But don't remember seeing a letter like that... argh.

Ah, well. Printed off the timetable and got stuff together. Just got to hope for the best.

(Good: Monday classes don't seem to start until 2pm, and finish at 4. Sweet.
Bad: Tuesdays last 10-5. I have never had classes that late before.
Ugly: We've got last year's programming teacher who thinks I'm trying to take over the world back for a different course.)

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Good job I went in early - they've totally dorked around with the timetable. No Monday lazy morning, but no late Tuesday finish, and there's only morning classes Thursday.

We appear to have a Dr. Malley taking us for computer stuff. Heh. He seems okay, though. Aerodynamics teacher thought it'd be a good idea to have us writing Greek letters on the board to help us memorise them, although we did get handouts too (which I promptly covered in doodles of AIs). That one teacher appears to have let the 'world conquest' thing go.
I'm pretty certain there are more overseas students than Brits in the classes overall.

On other news, leading up to H-Day: damn it! Our old clapped out TV won't take 60HZ pictures. Screwed me over for Gears of War, and I've only just noticed it's just screwed me over for Halo 3. And will probably continue to screw me over for big games. Argh. My little TV's fine with them, but it's not the same, and so much for Live.