It's that dreadful time of year again. Where you cry more times than you can count. Ah yes, Scheduling season is upon us. If you somehow miraculously got into all of your classes without breaking a sweat, then please do us all a favor and contract Ebola. Scheduling is 100% the cause of my high blood pressure. I swear Universities get pleasure out of making us cry and stay here forever. Here's a breakdown of scheduling as told by gifs.

Getting that wonderful email letting you know that scheduling dates are up. You check yours and don't think it's too bad.

But then going to class and realizing you're three weeks after majority of your classmates.

Finding out that someone who's a junior schedules before you, a senior.

Not worrying too much though because you're still before other people.

Working really hard to make a fantastic tentative schedule. Hello no Friday classes!!

Forgetting all about scheduling until 2 days before your schedule date, and realizing you still have an advisor hold.

Going to see your advisor at 8AM because it's the only time they have available.

Checking your classes the day before you schedule and seeing they're still open

Signing in 10 minutes before your scheduling time, so you're ready.

Seeing only blue boxes.... aka your classes are full.

BUT I HAD THE PERFECT SCHEDULE YESTERDAY.

*Cue panic attack and tears*

Dramatically call your parents and tell them you're dropping out.

Schedule one elective class and call it quits for the day.

People in class are all talking about scheduling and ask you what you're taking next semester.

Emailing your advisor, department chair and other professors begging them to let you in already full classes.

Waking up in the middle of the night remembering you're never going to graduate.

Listening to that annoying girl in your class talk about how she had priority scheduling.

More crying.

More drinking to forget that your life is falling apart.

Deciding to give up until drop/add week.