The Joys of Registration

I had the unfortunate task of registering for my classes for next semester. This is something I have hated doing since high school. Luckily for me, I went to a small high school so my options were limited. At one of the largest universities in the country, you can just imagine all the options I have when it comes to classes. So on my weekend to do list was writing down all the classes I wanted/have to take and make a tentative schedule for what we week would look like. But I found some unexpected obstacles along the way. As I was recently admitted into my degree program, my classes are no longer general classes or for liberal education requirements. Instead, I have a list of 10 classes I have to take between now and graduation. This became my first obstacle when only two of them are offered next semester. That left me with those 2 classes, not bad but I was planning on taking 2 other classes off that list so I had to adjust from there.

My next obstacle was finding a physical education class that I could actually participate in. With my two knee surgeries, I am severely limited in my athletic abilities. So I was left with weight training class. Not a bad thing, except when I find out it's an 8 am class twice a week. Ouch.

With that, my schedule was getting closer to being done. Now my toughest task needed to be tackled. I had one outstanding liberal education requirement I had been putting off. It happens to be an Arts/Other Humanities class. Well I am one of the least artistic people you will ever meet. So my list of 200 classes was cut down to about 15 rather quickly. Of my options, only 3 peaked my interest enough to do more research about them. Following some communication with my advisers and more research, I decided on the easiest class of the 3. Yeah, I'm not above being a slacker when the rest of my course load is going to be daunting.

With that last class picked out, my schedule was complete. 16 credits, only one class on Thursday and Friday, and hopefully more time to work. I can't really complain now. But I reserve the right to change that once I start next semester.

So now I have only 25 days left of the semester to get through. Once that's over, this is the first place I am headed. So looking forward to home.


As Nike says so well, "There is no finish line."

AJ