Cruel and Unusual Punishment

My laptop in front of me, hands poised and ready, mental lists gone over again and again, the clock strikes midnight of my "priority registration date" (of course midnight, what other time could it possibly be with that preface) and I begin the process of registering for classes.

Have you ever seen a kid in a candy shop? Or perhaps, have you ever BEEN a kid in a candy shop? I really want to put this on your level so think of whatever it is that makes you act like that cliche, Nordstroms, Godiva, or Auto Universe. Got it in mind? Alright. Back to my analogy (translate into your analogy in your head) That's me. The dorky kid with the socks up to the knobbly knees and the grin of sheer and utter contentment. But slowly, that grin fades as the kid realizes that all the candy is out of reach and there is no step ladder and noone tall enough to reach for them. Poor kid.

Poor me. I had my classes planned out so carefully in my head. I'm STILL a planner, after all these years, if you can believe it (for those of you who don't "get" the irony in that, please refer to The Life of Brynn chapter 19...har har). Being the voracious reader that I am, and having gotten English 251 "the prerequisite" out of the way, I was more than ready to sign up for British Literature from 1800-1850, Masterpieces of World Literature, The American Novel, Shakespeare, in fact, anything that would involve reading classics, analyzing them, discussing them, I would sign up for. Alas for my priority registration date being that of a sophomore, ALL, and I mean ALL the classes were already full. You may think I exaggerate. I spent literally hours scouring the entire section of possible English classes. No such luck.

And the silver lining. I am signed up for what sound like fabulous classes. Civilization: Literature 2, and Western Humanities 201. My other classes are American Heritage and Aerobic Dance. I decided not to sign up for a religion class on campus, I'll go to an institute class of course, but my mom and I decided that maybe I shouldn't add so much all at once. I will probably be doing a lot of reading this next semester, but that is just fine with me!

The end of the story is that I got through signing up, and I am still breathing, two very important things to note. The other problem that I did not mention however, is that yet again, I have changed my mind about my major. ACK! Will the indecision never end? Welcoming all suggestions now.

Perhaps I'll just be a phlebotomist. According to a billboard I saw, I can become on in just ten easy classes.....