Archive for July, 2008

Secondly, I want to rant. This is a problem I face on a regular basis, and erks me especially every Monday night. Identification. ID, if you will.

Now, according to dictionary.com, the meaning of the word identification is “something that identifies a person, animal or thing. Example: He carries identification with him at all times.”

For those not in the know, I am nineteen years old. The legal drinking age in the UK is eighteen. By UK law, I have been able to purchase, consume, and be in establishments which alcohol can be bought or consumed for 15 months. I carry with me at all times a Portman Group “Prove It” PASS card, an identification card endorsed by the Government which clearly displays my date of birth, full name, a passport standard photograph of myself, my signature and a holographic PASS image. These cards are obtained when all applications are checked through with a fine tooth comb to ensure that the person applying is who they say they are, and can indeed prove their age.

In theory, with this card I should be able to gain access into any bar, club or pub I please, right?
Wrong.

There is still a large amount of pubs, clubs and bars that are more than happy to deny me access or throw me out because I’m not carrying a “valid” form of ID, e.g., a passport or a provisional/drivers license. I’m sorry…. what? I am carrying a Government approved form of photo identification, you will let me into your establishment now. At this point, people could say to me why not just take out your passport or drivers liscense out with you? Because I don’t have either, simple as that. Now I know it’s pretty unusual for people not to have one of the two, but there are cases like this. I’ve never been abroad, so I’ve had no need for a passport (I also think those that do carry around such a sensitive form of personal identification are stupid, but that’s just my two cents). I cannot afford to learn how to drive, so I do not have a provisional license and consequently I don’t have a drivers license either. I am also not willing to pay £75 for a passport, or £45 for a provisional license, wasting my money on something I do not currently need, because your daft establishment isn’t willing to look at my ID, or listen to what I have to say.

I think it’s absolutely ridiculous that this still happens, when there are over 1.5 million of these PASS cards in circulation within the UK, and every time I tell this to an establishment, and even brandish them with a letter of authorisation stating that my card is legtimate, it falls not only onto deaf ears, but also blind eyes as nobody will even spare me the 30 seconds to read the letter. Then again, this is England. What am I to expect?

Thanks to the ignorance of others, I spend my Monday evening’s at home alone, whilst my boyfriend and friends go out and have a great time at Po Na Na’s, without a second thought for me because this establishment, along with many others (but I will admit I am specifically targeting Po’s and their idiotic behaviour here) are too stupid to realise that they are losing customers/money by barring entry to people carrying exactly what they require: Identification.

Fuck you, Po Na Na’s.

Have a picture of my new shoes, which I would wear to Po Na Na’s if they would let me in:

♥: Annoyed.
♪: Sam Sparro – Black & Gold

 
It’s funny what three years does to you.

♥: Sleepy.
♪: Papa Roach – Getting Away With Murder

So the past week has been interesting.

For an entire week, I had no more than 1 hours sleep per night, in bid to get all my ICT work done for Monday’s deadline. Just when I had a slight glimmer of hope of getting everything completed, my teachers take it upon themselves to give me 2 whole units to teach myself and complete by Monday. Which, of course, didn’t not happen. Trying to complete these units, alongside completing all outstanding work, I even went to school on Saturday until 5pm and worked most of Sunday night, but to no avail. I decided that it simply could not be done, and they were asking too much. I decided that I would talk to K-Dog the next day.

Monday:
Kettle had to teach a cover lesson, which means I couldn’t speak to him at the beginning of the day, which meant in the time spent waiting for him, I discovered I’d failed yet another unit which I would not have time to correct. Meaning by the time Kettle got round to seeing me, I was feeling a little… sensitive, to say the least. So he asked me how I was doing, and out came the bottom lip, the waterworks, and a baww of “IM FAAAILLLIIIIIIINNNGGG”, at which point after causing a few people to give me funny looks, caused Kettle to take me out of the room to talk to me. He sat me down and told him to tell him everything, so in a snivelly crying mess, I did. He told me I was just panicing, and that I am more than capable of doing this, and he was worried. He told me to go home for a bit, chill, and come back in a few hours when I was feeling better. I swear this man is a genius, because when I went back I felt ready to take things on again. Plus it helps my deadline was extended slightly, baha.

Tuesday:
Was spent mostly trying to finish off one of the new units that was given to me a couple of days before the deadline. Just an hour or so before the school day was about to end, I go and talk to one of my other teachers about how I was getting on, and to discuss the likelihood of getting everything done. When it was broken down, I had two options: Carry on attempting to get a double award and (most likely) fail, or drop down to a single award and walk away with a good grade. So it was obvious which choice I had to make. Obviously it was disappointing, for both me and my teachers but I had to, to salvage any grade. My teacher then told me that to get the single award, she’d need one of the two units, neither of which I had completed, done by the end of the day. Which was going to end in approximately one hour. Great. I stared at her in disbelief. She told me not to cry again, so clearly K-Dog had told her about the day before -_____- So I stayed at school until 6pm in a bid to get it all finished, but to no avail. So, K-Dog told me to hand it in first thing tomorrow morning instead.

Wednesday:
I had pretty much finished that first unit, so I thought that all I would need to do is finish off the second one, and could leave at around midday for summer. I printed everything off for the first unit, and gave it to K-Dog for marking, whilst I started work on my other unit. So there I was, all happy and stuff, finishing off work what I thought would only take me a small period of time, when K-Dog comes back to me and says “…you’ve failed this unit.” I stared at him in disbelief. He carried on, “You haven’t done the 3 stages of normalisation right at all, you need to write about integrity constraints and validation proceedures, the users of a database, plus write an evaluation, albeit a short one. You’re looking at least 2 hours worth of work here.” I stared at him some more. He said “Sorry”, and then quickly left before I twatted him. So, I then spent the next 3 hours re-writing the 3 stages of normalisation, integrity constraints and validation proceedures (all of which I had to re-teach myself VERY quickly), whilst one of my teachers kept pressuring me to finish as the exam board kept getting on to her, and K-Dog had broke the news to me that everything had to be in at 3pm…. and it was 2pm. He remarked the work I’d done, including the fastest evaluation I’d ever written in my life, and he said I’d passed, but it’s a shame I wouldn’t get everything done on time, and that he knew when he’d saw I hadn’t done the normalisation stages right I wouldn’t have finished everything. HE COULD HAVE FREAKIN’ TOLD ME THIS. However, the skies opened, dead flowers came into bloom, and the unexpected happened and I completed and passed everything. So now, I can safely say…

I’m freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

To congratulate myself on finishing easily the most stressful week of my life, I bought myself some shoes. I love them. ♥♥♥
The best part? They took £15 off the original price, because the shoe laces were missing. LOLWHUT.
It’s the stupidest reason ever to lower the price, but whatever, I’m not complaining.

♥: Hot.
♪: Benjamin Bates – Two Flies.