Where's my £20?

Today we had to officially re-register for the pharmacy course, which meant that we all had to traipse up to M floor of the Richmond building at 10am and wait in a packed corridor to be let in 2 by 2. The point of this little exercise was to check our details were up to date (which incidentally they could have done without my presence by checking SAINT, the main university records) and to extract £20 from each student. I was less than satisfied with what I got in return for my hard earned cash which was infact this crappy booklet.
The £20 is meant to pay for practical schedules and lecture notes and such, which we may or may not receive over time. I just feel that I have been cheated out of my money as I have nothing to show for it and, afterall, aren't our tuition fees supposed to pay for this kind of thing.


To correct my earlier whinges about my halls of residence, they are by no means as bad as I thought they would be, I quite like my room even if the walls are kinda thin. My only issue is that they have stopped providing toilet roll so you have to buy your own and look a bit special as you try to hide your handful of tissue as you head to the bathroom. However this would still affect me even if I had got into my first choice of halls, apparently only the private halls and the halls on Laisteridge Lane get the privilage of toilet roll these days but they have to pay at least £10 extra a week for it.