Course registration, a one-way ticket to stress and a sure-fire guarantee you're going to screw up your whole life somehow by not getting the right courses for next semester. As a freshman who just went through this process for the first time, I was fortunate enough to have a relatively easy time of things. (I didn't even cry!). However, the horror stories that surround this particular part of the college experience are not to be ignored.

1. Desperate crying.

It's okay to cry. It's all part of the experience.

2. Cursing the universe, and your university.

Wondering to yourself why there's only one section offered of the course that is literally required for everyone in your major.

3. Repeatedly re-entering your information, just in case.

Maybe if I type it super fast the system will forget that the class is already full.

4. Staring dejectedly at your computer screen until the end of time.

When it finally hits you that your dream schedule of no 8ams and no classes on Friday has been sunk. Also you can't take any of the courses you need for your major and somehow you have a math class at 8am. Again.

5. Frantically emailing/calling your advisor.

I am a physics major! How can I not get into a single physics class?!? How does that even work?

6. Calling your best friend for a sympathy cry.

Misery loves company. Also it's nice to know you're not the only one being devastated by an electronic registration system.

7. Waking up the night before in a cold sweat.

Oh god, did I miss my time slot? Did I ruin everything? Am I going to graduate?

8. Waking up at ridiculous hours, because of course your designated time is 8am on a Friday.

Because 8 a.m.s come in many forms and are always there, waiting to get you.

9. Threatening to switch majors. Again. Because all of the courses left in yours suck.

Maybe if you just keep switching you'll never have to take any of these awful courses. You might not graduate, but hey.

10. Resigning yourself to repeating the entire process next semester.

Realizing that this is a semi-annual nightmare that you must continue to re-live.