[post transcribed from a paper journal]
Registration started yesterday. I heard that the first person in line showed up at 2:30AM… A lot of people showed up at 6:30 or 7:00, and had to wait in a line that wrapped around inside the entire length of the building for some number of hours (usually at least 1.3). I, being a highly skilled procrastinator, had not remembered that registration was starting, and had not yet thought about what classes to take. Luckily, there’s telephone registration, and I have the amazing ability of creative organization of time/space, and had thrown together a nice looking schedule with all the classes I absolutely needed, and a few that I would have needed after a while anyway, in just a few minutes. At which point I called the telephone registration number, and was informed by a recording that the telephone registration was “not available” (until 3:30, 5 minutes later). So I spent the 2 minutes before and the 2 minutes after 3:30 trying to get back through to the telephone registration, hoping to be put on hold… and at last I was. And for only about half an hour, as well. Then I got an actual person, who was qquite helpful, and I actually got into all of the classes that I had wanted. Quite an accomplishment, I hear. Oh well, at least next semester I won’t have any classes on any Fridays.
