A few days ago, I went through the dreaded, excruciating process of registering for college classes. It was brutal to say the least. Here are the thoughts that were racing through my mind during this agonizing undertaking.

A week before…

1. EVERYONE knows what classes they’re taking next semester. I am the ONLY ONE with no idea.

2. Where do I start???

3. Help.

4. What’s my CapStone password?

5. How does CapStone even work?

6. I don’t like any of these classes.

7. How do I college?

8. Okay, I need X classes for my major, so that’s something at least.

9. Let’s throw in a General Academic Requirement too. Gotta love those Liberal Arts!

10. Wow that class sounds super interesting! Cool!

11. I have a PERFECT schedule now! Registration, here I come!

A day before….

12. ALL OF MY CLASSES ARE CLOSING OUT HELP

13. I HATE UPPERCLASSMEN FOR TAKING ALL MY CLASSES

14. WHY DIDN’T I PICK BACKUPS

15. I’m an idiot.

16. I should have known all my classes would close out.

17. I need to make 20 more potential schedules.

18. Everyone else is posting their schedules on Facebook and they’re perfect and mine is going to be terrible.

19. I’m. So. Screwed.

20. It’ll all work out right?

21. I promise i’m not going to cry this time.

The moment of truth…

22. My heart is beating out of my chest.

23. The time has come. I’m prepared for my death.

24. I have to hit the “Register for my classes” button at the exact millisecond of my registration time.

25. SOMEONE PLEASE HOLD MY HAND.

26. NOW NOW GO GO GO CLICK CLICK CLICK

27. I clicked it. It’s loading. Help.

28. WHAT DOES THIS BOX THAT JUST POPPED UP MEAN?

29. ALL MY CLASSES ARE TAKEN

30. I should have had a billion backups.

31. I’m not going to get into any of the classes I want.

32. I’m going to be miserable next semester.

33. I’m not going to graduate.

34. I’m not going to get a job.

35. I’m going to die sad and alone.

36. I’m crying.

37. I really didn’t think I was going to cry this time.

38. I need to call my mom.

39. I need a cookie.

40. Help.

Although my registration process never fails to be a traumatic experience, this semester I somehow got through it. After a gory battle with CapStone, I have somehow made it out alive. I actually got into all the classes I wanted despite many a tear and many a frantic email. Here’s to hoping you did too! (And hopefully you did it with less crying and more rational thinking and logical behavior.)