Organisation

On the organisation spectrum, I would say I sit somewhere healthily in the middle. I'm rarely late, occasionally put myself in charge of sorting out an event, usually get things done when necessary, but also have been known to sleep through my alarm and miss a train, forget a piece of homework exists or accidentally leave my possessions at various locations across Britain. Organisation is significant to me not because I'm particularly good or particularly bad at it, but because I LOATHE it.

Whenever I do try to organise something - be it as simple as a cinema trip or complicated as weeklong holiday - I do so with a constant expression of distaste, lots of shouting at computers, phones and people, and extreme reluctance. I just do not enjoy it one little bit because it's never simple. There's always someone important who forgot and booked a hair appointment on that day, or you can't order that thing over the internet because your bank's introduced some infuriating new security system, or you can't go on that trip because there's no way of getting home. Any sort of organisational task seems to end with me on the phone, either shouting at my friends for misunderstanding me, shouting at some poor person on a complaints line for not adequately explaining why my mobile is broken or shouting at someone at the bank for not telling me they had installed a new security system.

For this reason, the past couple of days have been hellish.

On Thursday, I got my A-Level results, which were fantastic and I was thrilled, relieved and ecstatic. I thought, "Thank God. Now that's over I don't have to worry about anything; I can just spend the rest of the summer relaxing until I head off to the University I wanted all along."

But oh, no.

What I hadn't realised is the VAST number of emails, phone calls, online registrations, buying of things and general chaos being accepted to a university brings with it. Now, I'm thrilled to be going where I'm going. Couldn't be happier. But that doesn't stop me being furious with them for creating a vast and complicated labyrinth of buttons, forms and processes that my brain doesn't seem to be able to cope with. Sod maths, why the hell aren't we students given an education in online registrations?!?!?!

And it's not as if these things can be ignored - I need to buy a wristband or I can't join in Freshers' Week, I need to accept my accommodation before the offer is recinded, meaning I need to get on the phone to student finance and find out when my loan comes through, and I need to sign up to the university website to get my university email address, which in turn will give me incomprehensible instructions to register on some other university portal I don't actually understand the purpose or point of.

Basically, I'm stressed. Technology is not and has never been my friend, which is turning out to be something of a burn in terms of going to university. And I know it will soon be sorted and I WILL be able to just relax and enjoy the rest of the summer. I just wish it could sort ITSELF out. Now. Please. Thank you.