I GOT INTO UBC!
(borrowed from a neat guy)

nice. my friend told me to post that in big, conspicuous letters. i’m sitting here staring at my computer screen at 5:00 AM and waiting for some kind of deliverence. my back is aching and my fingers are all shaky from the anxiety that is now subsiding in my stomach after the craziness that is registration. it took me a full hour to just get into 10 courses. i was lucky enough to get all the courses that i wanted. although, for some reason it’s telling me that i don’t meet the requirements for FREN 122. that’s a blasted lie. i took French 12 like the good little school girl i am and i should be in that specific course with all of the other french-a-maticians.

and the most aggravating part is that right before the whole online server for UBC shut down as a result of the thousands of people logging on, i accidentally hit a button that read DROP STT. now, i was thinking, “what the heck is an STT? did i just wipe out my entire course-load? am i that much of an imbicil?” i guess i’ll just have to wait until tomorrow morning (damn, it is morning) and see the aftermath of my clumsiness once the server is back up and less flooded with anxious young freshmen.

finally, the drudgery is over. but come september, more is to come.

at least i have some time on my hands to post now. first, let me dispell amongst you the horrors of registering… for one, if you have no calculated path set as your future, registering can be a stubborn bitch. you have no idea what you want to major in and even though that decision comes later in your four years of bachelors of arts, you still have to make sure that you ultimately meet all the prerequisites. it’s as confusing as trying to figure out one of those impossible rubix cubes.

i think universities intend to make it this process complicated, to sort out the eager go-getters from the lazy asswipes. if they did not intend for that, they’d set up special agencies which you could pay to just do all of this registration crapolla for you. there would be some dude who would take your high school records, check your background, and tell you what possible futures you can have — may it be dog-grooming or nuclear-physics — while you sit back in your La-Z Boy, unfettered by the mass hysteria.

it’s strange how the birds are chirping outside my window in the spring mist of early morning and i’m sitting here at my computer worrying about something called an STT while other less concerned students are happily dozing off into blissful slumber. i’m telling you, they’re weeding us out.

it’s pretty damn late now… er, early… i can’t distinguish which one it is exactly.