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COLUMN: Worry away registration stress

staff writer

Published: Thursday, November 15, 2012

Updated: Thursday, November 15, 2012 12:11


It’s a Tuesday in the middle of November, and because I have gone through this time of year several years now, I want to take a moment and show my loving sympathy for you.

   

Its okay, I understand.

   

You can be strong.

   

Just believe. Trust me, you’ll get through this. Class registration will through and done with before you even know it.

   

By this time if you aren’t a junior, senior, matriculated graduate student —  and according to lengthy research, nobody in the general public understands what matriculated graduate student means — or one of the few with the fervor and luck to have earned the godsend that is priority registration, you are just now facing the semesterly mental and physical neck pain that class registration can cause.

   

Believe me: I completely see where you are coming from. If it is not one thing it is the other. A night of signing up for classes is sure to include a devilish cavalcade of networks crashing, filled classes, batteries dying, distractions in lieu of Twitter hoaxes, undercooked chicken nuggets and everything in between.

   

So yes, it is, by youthful definition, a for-sure “crap sauce” time of year, but I am here to tell you that amid all of the gall and frustration, you can keep your head up. Trust me when I say situations could always be worse.

   

Don’t believe me? Here is a list of things that are definitely worse than surviving registration week.

   

Unforeseen climate changes — Its goes like this, and allow me to be formal for a second: It’s gotten pretty friggidy-dippity cold outside. So while picking classes and arranging how they will fit into your schedule in such a frantic settings against thousands of people your age, at least you are still indoors.

   

Purchasing a used car — If you have ever spent hours upon hours dodging sob stories and scammers on Craigslist, you know exactly what I am talking about. Even after heaving the convenience of learning what “OBO” means, there will still be clusters of questioning miles, repairs and everything in between before finally giving up and settling on the first Ford Taurus that can freely roll down a hill without violently drifting to the left.

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