Yesterday when I woke up, I rushed over my computer, logged into my university’s class registration, and wanted to cry. Yup. I didn’t get into any of the classes I wanted. I knew that second years’ had the worst registration dates, but I didn’t know that meant putting my major on hold!
The past few days, I’ve spent hours on that dumb website, looking through different classes I could take, trying to put together a schedule full of classes that I could take, without spending too much time in transit, and not wasting too much time and money on credits that I don’t necessarily need.
Eventually, earlier today, I managed to get into one of the classes that I needed. I literally screamed I was so happy. There was only one spot left, and I felt like I was in a race against time.
So days later from my initial registration date, I now finally have a half-decent schedule.
Hopefully next semester registration is less of a gong show!