South Park, White Space and the Mystery of the Missing Class.

This is a right mess I've got myself into this time, isn't it?

This is the second week that this has happened, and I'm getting pretty damned sick of it. Last week was the first week of classes at University, but Monday's 9-11 class was scheduled to take place in a class room that is currently under use by the builders. So, last week we were to meet the lecturer there, and he would take us to the new room. So, off I popped on the bus last Monday, but this being Scotland, there was roadworks, wasn't there? I finally managed to get into Dundee about 9 O'Clock-ish, and toddled up to Uni. I got to the timetabled room, and waited, but nothing happened. So, about half past nine, I headed down to the School office to see if they knew where the class was now. No Joy. I eventually gave up, because I'd been walking around for a while, and I resigned myself to having to face the music, and ask one of the folk in my class where class was being held. Thankfully, all of our classes happen twice in a week (Oh Joyous Hallelujah. Not.), so I asked Jim where class was, and he said "In the new Institute area of level 2 directly above where we were today". That's just Dandy. (white space is the name of the area where we are, hence the title.) Today rolls around, and I head up to where he said class was to be held. What did I find? Nothing. Not a Sausage! There was nobody around the aforementioned area. This time, I'll rely on the folk in the class to tell me where we are. So that's got me really annoyed.

Also, Nine Days 'til South Park Season 13b! Wooo!