Films, ale and grey hair

Sometimes I get the impression that I’m actually attending a terrible university masquerading as a good one. I write an essay on the relationship between Hitchcock and Freud theory of the uncanny, I get a feedback sheet saying that it’s really good, but it gets a B11 over all, which is just above average, a 2:1, a B- effectively. It gets marked down to a C8 (which is basically a C) because they say it was late. I know it wasn’t, they say the system screwed up. Ok, fair enough, kind of a big oversight, but fine, I can handle it, I still got a B11. All the feedback I’m given says it was really good, in every way. Yet I’m seeing B marking on all categories. Why not A? What could I have done better? This is FEEDBACK. If my essay was flawless, as implied by this sheet evidently, shouldn’t I be staring at an A16 right now? And then the big bombshell hits. Research category gets a C8. Why? Because I didn’t use Harvard referencing. But wait a second, I did. I know I did. I used it throughout the entire essay for every source. I just lost 2 grades, maybe even more, because, I’m told, I didn’t use a reference system that I know for a fact I did use. My whole essay dragged back because of that. I’ve got a one to one feedback tomorrow afternoon and trust me I’m going to have a few choice words for that cock-stopper of a lecturer that marked it. The feedback itself is so vague it could have been applied to any essay written about the subject I chose. None of the wording relates to the grades given on the page, at all, I could almost be led to think I’ve got the wrong fucking sheet. Our last film assignment was hampered by the fact that the course leaders were both theory lecturers and weren’t too sharp on marking the technical aspects of film, the same two lecturers marked our essays. I was expecting them to be a bit more on the ball for this but evidently my faith was misappropriated. I’m fucking fuming, I know my essay wasn’t perfect but I’d at least like some bloody context to the grade I’m getting, it’s like playing a football match that ends 1-1 and all the coach has to say at the end of the match is “You did well boys.”. I can learn nothing from this.