Everyone knows that registering for classes for the next semester is tedious. You have to make a million possible schedule choices, have backups to your backups, and it STILL feels like The Hunger Games. Although the stages of hell are supposedly worse, I still think registration is the ultimate devil, next to a college's horrible wifi connection.
1. Denial.
I don't want to register. You can't make me.
2. Anger.
I deserve better than this.
3. Sadness.
I miss the days where I could just do my work and not have tears streaming down my face.
4. Questioning your whole life.
Do I need to switch my major? Did I do that project due yesterday? Does my
dog need a new sweater?
5. Dropping out.
College has been fun friends. I am so sorry I could not finish all four years. It has been real.
6. Needing to go to a foreign country.
I am not going to get into this class. It is filling up too quickly. Maybe I will study abroad instead?
7. Complete breakdown.
I...can't stop crying...hyperventilating...and probably need
sleep.
8. Acceptance.
I survived registering for classes already. I will survive. It will be okay.