Exeter
Saturday was one of the most boring days in my life, ever. An outline of the day would go something like:
0830 Get to station, spent too much money on return tickets to Exeter despite a discount card (£23).
0907 Get on train. Survive first two hours by reading. A recurring thought was, I really wish I'd brought my MP3 player. Get ridiculously bored. Fiddle with a guitar pick for an hour
1200 Get off train, walk to Exeter University. The walk from Exeter St Davids to the Exeter University is really really steeply uphill and I was out of breath after the 15 minute walk
1230 Get dragged around the university, eat a lame lunch that isn't particularly appetising with people I don't know in near silence. "What's your name then?" "Mark, you?" "[Other person's name]." "Where did you come from?" "[Other person's hometown]. You?" "Basingstoke." "Oh." Silence.
1430 Fail in an interview for a masters' course in physics. I forgot what spin was called, forgot about the Pauli Exclusion Principle and forgot which course I was applying for (Quantum Science and Lasers MPhys)
1500 Get dragged around the university, sit on a bus, drive around town for no apparent reason and get dropped off at Exeter St Davids station
1630 Get to the station, have a sandwich and a Pepsi. Wait for train for 90 minutes
1810 Train leaves for Basingstoke. Bored from outset. Read 200 pages in a book (A Spot of Bother by Mark Haddon, which turned out to be quite good). Fiddle with a .55mm gauge guitar pick for an hour. Get off train, feel like a zombie
2115 Miss bus by a matter of ten seconds (it was pulling away from the bay as I saw it). Spend far too much money on a taxi to Pamber Heath (£15)
Altogether, I spent about £48: £23 on trains, £15 on a taxi, £10 on food. And a wasted day. Just to fuck up an interview.
I wasted my life, learn from it.
Don't follow in my tracks.
I weep in distress.
0830 Get to station, spent too much money on return tickets to Exeter despite a discount card (£23).
0907 Get on train. Survive first two hours by reading. A recurring thought was, I really wish I'd brought my MP3 player. Get ridiculously bored. Fiddle with a guitar pick for an hour
1200 Get off train, walk to Exeter University. The walk from Exeter St Davids to the Exeter University is really really steeply uphill and I was out of breath after the 15 minute walk
1230 Get dragged around the university, eat a lame lunch that isn't particularly appetising with people I don't know in near silence. "What's your name then?" "Mark, you?" "[Other person's name]." "Where did you come from?" "[Other person's hometown]. You?" "Basingstoke." "Oh." Silence.
1430 Fail in an interview for a masters' course in physics. I forgot what spin was called, forgot about the Pauli Exclusion Principle and forgot which course I was applying for (Quantum Science and Lasers MPhys)
1500 Get dragged around the university, sit on a bus, drive around town for no apparent reason and get dropped off at Exeter St Davids station
1630 Get to the station, have a sandwich and a Pepsi. Wait for train for 90 minutes
1810 Train leaves for Basingstoke. Bored from outset. Read 200 pages in a book (A Spot of Bother by Mark Haddon, which turned out to be quite good). Fiddle with a .55mm gauge guitar pick for an hour. Get off train, feel like a zombie
2115 Miss bus by a matter of ten seconds (it was pulling away from the bay as I saw it). Spend far too much money on a taxi to Pamber Heath (£15)
Altogether, I spent about £48: £23 on trains, £15 on a taxi, £10 on food. And a wasted day. Just to fuck up an interview.
I wasted my life, learn from it.
Don't follow in my tracks.
I weep in distress.
posted by Squidgyegg at 9:12 am
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