For fuck’s sake. 

Postgraduate education costs a lot of money.  How anyone could possibly do it without a job (or without spongeing entirely on parents or loan companies) is totally beyond me.  But the whole course seems to be designed to prevent anyone (or, more specifically, me) from having a job. 

I have to squeeze in two working days a week to earn enough money to live on.  I manage to do this by working wierd hours into the evenings and the weekend.

However, the wondrous new timetable that takes me from now until June has me sat around for three hours between lectures, three days a week.  That’s nine full hours.  That’s one working day, wasted, blogging from the newsroom because there is nothing else to do.

If I head out into the city I will spend money, there isn’t enough time to make it home and back, and all my work is up to date so there’s nothing doing there. 

Does my head in.

End of rant.