Rosio Pavoris

I went to deal with enrollment today.

The building of the REGA department, which is where I’ll be spending most of my time, is a horrible failure of a building in a pauper neighborhood.
It kind of looks like our elementary school building, only without all the style and charm of a government-funded low-budget modular design of the late ’80s, and more poured concrete. Yes, I do believe it’s about as bad as you’re imagining. The rest of the neighborhood is probably worse.
It’s pretty much exactly like the buildings of the Exam Commission, with the same type of people staffing it, AFAICT. The same type of people I complained about a while ago.

The actual registering was much more old-fashioned than the KUL, of course, with physical paper and a pen I could keep.
You know how the KUL has these plasma screens in various places displaying various types of information? The KHL has a hueg CRT hanging from the ceiling in their main hall. People need to stop using those. Even if the person ordering them can’t hear the high-pitched whine, they need to realise other people can. Now I have a reasonably horrible headache, and the fact that I got up at noon (six hours earlier than usual) for this doesn’t help.
There were two computers there as well (Dells, probably old KUL equipment, by the look of them), but they were turned off and didn’t have keyboards, so I think they were just for decoration.

Once I filled out their papers and gave them my identity card so they could get my name right (”Are you sure this is a real card? It doesn’t look like a real card.”), we tried to pay them, but of course, they cannot accept cash. The woman literally went D: when I pulled out my wallet. No, only by money transfer.
They also didn’t take my picture or give me my student card, or my class schedule. No, there’s an “administrative moment” for that on the first day, being the 18th.

They did, of course, offer me a lot of information on the sports program they share with the KUL, and on Kotnet, though it took some effort to convince them that I didn’t, actually, have or want a kot (”But… there are 500 left!”).

They meant well, of course, but ugh.

They also gave me some other papers (tons of them, in fact, but no map of Leuven, even) that I’ll be looking at after I do some nappings.