We all know registering for classes can be a serious struggle, especially now with universities admitting more and more students every year. So who could explain the feeling of registering for classes better than the emotional men and women of "The Bachelor?"
First, registration opens up and you feel beyond overwhelmed.
You begin to look at all the classes you need to take and feel overwhelmed with stress. How are you going to possibly fit them all into your schedule? The idea of fulfilling all your requirements begins to seem like an unattainable task. Maybe it's time for a good cry.
Then you watch the classes you need begin to fill up.
You probably shouldn't have even planned your schedule yet, because all your classes are now full. How did every GE course that you hoped to take fill up already? It seems like everyone is out to get you and is purposefully registering for all the classes you need. Maybe you should just settle for the Theory and Practice of Rodeo?
You decide to ask a teacher for a permission number for his or her class. But then he or she tells you no.
OK, it's fine. You didn't want that class anyway. It's just the one class you needed as a prerequisite for all the upper division courses. You begin to start plotting and thinking of ways you could get into the class.
When you hear your friends start to complain about how many units they are taking, and you sit there wondering how they even got into all those courses.
You begin to have a hard time feeling sympathetic toward your friends, because you might not even get enough units to be a full-time student. Can they donate some units toward your cause? You start to wonder if you'll ever graduate. Is four units enough to be considered a full-time student?
Then, the day comes for you to register.
Oh no. It seems as though no classes are even available. It is definitely worse than you had anticipated. Time to consider taking a 7 A.M. class or maybe some night classes.
After a couple days, you receive the email that you are off the wait-list, and now you are in one of the classes you really wanted.
Wow, who knew this day would come. The feeling is better than receiving free Chipotle. Best. Day. Ever.
In the end, you actually end up with an OK schedule.
Time to celebrate. And maybe do a happy dance.
