Dear Old Schedulr,

Raise your hand if you’ve ever said you hated Schedulr when you were planning for your next semester.

Now raise your hand if you’ve had to schedule in a crowded room, where information was posted on the walls, and some of the time it was incorrect?

That was me the other day as I chose my study abroad class schedule.

I am not saying that Schedulr is the absolute best way to schedule on the planet. Or that other universities are wrong for not having a scheduling program on the computer. After all, part of my adjustment phase while abroad is identifying differences among cultures, but resisting the urge to criticize everything.

However, I now have so much appreciation for Schedulr that I, Megan, have pledged never to complain about it again. As have my friends from Nova in my program. Even my worst scheduling nightmare at Villanova was nothing compared to what course selection felt like yesterday.

While I know everything will work out in the end as far as my class schedule goes, I decided to express my newfound gratitude for schedule in the sanest way possible: by writing a rhyming poem.

I used to write rhyming poems a lot when I was younger, just for fun. In fact, I would give them to friends and family as gifts. Maybe by the time I leave France in December, I’ll know enough new words to rhyme in French! But, I digress…

Until then, sit back, relax, and enjoy my poem in honor of Schedulr. And remember it when you’re feeling frustrated in a few months’ time, when you’re stressing bout your spring semester!

Dear Schedulr, my old friend.

We don’t see each other enough

In fact, it’s only twice a year.

And it has always seemed so rough.

I get mad at you when I realize

The labs I want are at bad times

I may have even cursed at you,

But now, that seems like a crime!

You are color-coded so nicely

And organized too.

You give me names of professors.

And CRN numbers that are true.

You notify me of conflicts

And even though I roll my eyes

I now feel so sorry

Because I’ve learned, that’s why!

Jotting down info on my own

Really was no fun

I had no idea at all

What to do so I could be done!

I had to write out by hand

My hours for the week.

After several failed attempts

My plan was looking bleak.

I missed you, Dear Old Schedulr

So much, indeed it’s true.

I missed how I could schedule from my bed.

And that made me feel blue.

I apologize, Dear Old Schedulr.

For all the insults that you take.

I wish you were a person

So that I could make you a cake.

Students may say they hate you,

That you always drive them to tears.

But my friends and I, Dear Old Schedulr.

We will love you year after year.

Thank you, Dear Old Schedulr.

Or should I say, merci!

I’ll see you in November.

It’ll be AM my time, around 3.