For no obvious reason, the internet in the PFC is screwing me around again. Forget trying to get online; I've had enough stress this morning trying to hand my essay in before the deadline. God, what an experience!

First I went to the School of English, knowing for a fact that there was a printer there I wouldn't be charged for. No paper. I went to the school office to see if I could acquire some there and they told me I had to either provide my own or go to the library.

So. Student's Union shop. Picked up a pack of paper and they wouldn't accept my card. To the nearest cash machine to withdraw a tenner, back to the shop, success. I headed back to the School of English, stuck a wad of paper in the printer... only for it to print off a whole heap of someone else's work. I stood for about five minutes, frantically hitting 'cancel' on every job that came up until the queue was cleared. Stuck more paper in. Sent my work off on the fibre-optic flight to the printed page.

No ink left. So I had to dash all the way across campus to the McClay library and find a free computer there. It took ages to load but when it did I sent off my work, headed to the printing room, had to stick a fiver on my Smart Card to pay for the printing (thankfully the card machine is in the same room) and finally! I got my two essay copies plus cover sheets! But as I was leaving, disaster! I'd forgotten to bring a pen with which to fill in my cover sheets.

Back to the Student's Union shop and I picked up a pen for 30p, was served by the same bewildered girl who had dealt with me now about three times, and then filled in the cover sheets outside the shop. That job done, all I had to do now was hand it in. I ventured forth into the late October air hoping that a) it wouldn't rain, b) that the fact I'd forgotten to number my pages wouldn't result in a penalty and c) that they'd accept it as it was. I knew I'd crack up if I got there and they told me 'sorry, we only accept stapled/paperclipped essays'.

Expecting immense queues, I entered 2 University Square... and my luck was starting to change. Despite the time, just under an hour before the deadline, there was only about six people ahead of me waiting to hand their essays in. And they were done quickly enough, so I was pretty much in and out, if you forget the short wait.

Of course, all of this came after getting up at 7am, rushing around to feed myself and get dressed, then make the epic journey into town in a record-breaking 25 minutes. How the hell I did that I'll never know, but whatever I did to break reality and get there so fast summoned a shrieking horde of Craigavon High School students at the bus stop. The 250 Express to Belfast (via Moira) was a few minutes late and then got caught in the rush hour traffic, which was terrifying - the way everything worked out, I couldn't have arrived at Europa Bus Station any later because then I would have been late handing my essay in, with all that faffing about on top.

While I was busy scuttling about the Queen's campus, desperately trying to print and hand in my essay on time, I had a serious case of deja vu. I realised I'd been in exactly the same situation before, during the summer of two years ago, when I was trying to find a working printer with which to sort out my AS English Language coursework. Funny, that! And what an epic it produced!

It was pretty funny when I was trying to print in the School of English, though. There was a young fellow in there doing first year English as well and he tried to help me with the printer. We were both horrified that the printer in there would produce a sheet and then suck it back in, half-way through printing, like 'I'm printing your work I'm printing your work HAAAAA just joking *trollface*' - and when we thought we'd got it working properly, to test it, he said "I know! I shall print Facebook!" It was pretty funny. And we were discussing halloween costumes. He asked if I'd be surprised if he came up to me dressed like a blood-stained doctor with a giant syringe and I replied that, based upon all the weird people I've ever met, I probably wouldn't be fazed.

I've had all these brilliant and odd conversations in university with totally random people and half of them I don't even know. It's excellent!