Tuesday, 5 January 2010

Unsuccessful? I'm going to eat your liver.

Dear Mr Ashford,

Your application is no longer being considered by University of E****r for Philosophy and Politics with Study Abroad (4 years), VL5F because either they have decided not to offer you a place or your application has been withdrawn. The reason is given below.

Your application has been unsuccessful

Due to competition for places

If you want to have feedback about this decision, you should contact the university or college concerned direct.


OH REALLY?


To: admissions@e****r.ac.uk
Cc: ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS A FIGHT.
Subject: This shit just got real.



Dear
Admissions Team,

Thank you for your recent letter informing me of your decision regarding my application submitted through UCAS on the 17th December, UCAS #10********2. Unfortunately, the decision you made was 'unsuccessful'. UCAS advised me that it was acceptable for me to approach you and ask why this decision was made.

SO COME ON, YOU BASTARDS, LET'S HAVE IT.

Perhaps I'm being a little unfair. You did give me some reason, didn't you, prune? Let's look at that again, shall we?

'competition for places'

That's about useful as wrapping a wet tea towel around a family goldfish that is already dead. WHICH BY THE WAY, YOU HEARTLESS BASTARDS, IS WHAT I HAD TO DO TODAY. YOUR SHITTY LETTER REALLY HELPED WITH MY POOR MOTHER'S SOBBING.

I mean, come on. My dad even went to your university. Have you never heard of the 'old boys network'? Did I have to fucking cross reference it on my personal statement? Did you want me to drop subtle hints about the team colours of the fucking cricket team? Jesus.

I don't know if you've ever applied to university. But what they do, is send you an email telling you that your UCAS status has been updated. After waiting about a month, after everyone around you is getting offers, you might get such an email, you'll probably feel elated. You might go and tell your mother who IS STILL SOBBING, before you even log in to bastard UCAS. Oh how my sister laughed. How the tears rolled down her cheeks when the colour left my face and my eyes glazed over. It's just lucky my dad wasn't in to cane me, or go about beating me round the head and neck with an old belt.

Maybe my grades just weren't good enough. They certainly matched your typical offer, if a little low on the range. A lot of people would say I only have myself to blame. I laugh at their ignorance. Have you ever played, or even heard of, a game called Call of Duty? Didn't think so, MATEY. If it's any consolation, I will be sending an even more strongly worded letter Activision's way.

Listen. I wasn't going to send this until I'd cooled down. But I just watched quite an emotional episode of Dr. Who and it set the blood boiling again. I hope we can be friends.


Yours,

James Ashford
President and Governor, Shrewsbury Sixth Form College 2009-2010
Member for Children Action Committee for Shropshire County Council 2009-2010
Entertainment and Music reviewer for the Daily Express
Close friend of Ron Weasley

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