So just when you think your week couldn’t get any worse something always shows up. And believe me today was the icing on the cake. There I was about to head out the door to my seminar and a letter appeared on the mat addressed to me from uni. I have been expecting a letter through with information about my exam in August, so I assumed it was that. How wrong I was. What I read partly stunned me and partly killed me. Needless to say a few seconds later I was uncontrollably shaking, hysterically crying and just wanting to run. The letter was a ‘Referral for a Psychological Diagnostic Assessment’. Heart in mouth.
Ask a stupid question but on what grounds does someone account for a ‘Psychological Diagnostic Assessment’? Am I psychotic?? No, I bloody am not! (Sorry shouldn’t swear, very un-ladylike). What I would love to know is how a conversation with one woman about some pointers in journalism techniques (who didn’t even take or teach journalism) turned into a letter suggesting I am clinically insane? It really baffles me.
However, the letter it self did make me chuckle. First off they spelt my name incorrectly (great start coming from the head of Disability. Clearly Mr. Mark Parry’s spelling is not a problem.) Secondly, they clearly couldn’t type on headed paper and thirdly and my personal favourite it said (in big capital letters across the top of the letter)‘re: referral for AN psychological diagnostic assessment’. I’m sorry but surely that is a fundamental error?! But maybe they thought I would not pick that up being an English student and of course being psychotic.
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