AAAAAAAAAARGH
T_T
Stupid freakin' school. I had to go to the English Department, where they so kindly switched me into the same class, but on different days. So now my Thursday is not free, but that's okay. I'd rather have a class every day. *weird*
Then they're like "Oh, you have to bring this Drop/Add form over to Records and Registrations."
"Where's that? Is it still in the gym?"
"No, they moved back to Henderson Hall."
HENDERSON FUCKING HALL. The fucking building alllllllllllllllllllllll the way across campus.
So I tred on over there, cutting through the big building, and find the place.
"Oh, you have to go to [name goes here] office! It's around the hallway."
So I go there. Get everything switched. Am I done? OF COURSE NOT.
"Okay, now you have to go get your receipt re-printed."
"Where do I go for that?"
"You see that part where it looks like a bank teller--"
"You mean the Bursar?"
"Yep!"
The Bursar. Where they are doing REGISTRATION. The line is DOWN THE FUCKING HALLWAY. Oiiiiiiiii.
So after waiting in line for AN HOUR, I'm done. Finished. Ka-poot. I don't care if another class gets cancelled, I'm not doing that again. T_T
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck. (I don't think I said it enough in this entry.)
Stupid freakin' school. I had to go to the English Department, where they so kindly switched me into the same class, but on different days. So now my Thursday is not free, but that's okay. I'd rather have a class every day. *weird*
Then they're like "Oh, you have to bring this Drop/Add form over to Records and Registrations."
"Where's that? Is it still in the gym?"
"No, they moved back to Henderson Hall."
HENDERSON FUCKING HALL. The fucking building alllllllllllllllllllllll the way across campus.
So I tred on over there, cutting through the big building, and find the place.
"Oh, you have to go to [name goes here] office! It's around the hallway."
So I go there. Get everything switched. Am I done? OF COURSE NOT.
"Okay, now you have to go get your receipt re-printed."
"Where do I go for that?"
"You see that part where it looks like a bank teller--"
"You mean the Bursar?"
"Yep!"
The Bursar. Where they are doing REGISTRATION. The line is DOWN THE FUCKING HALLWAY. Oiiiiiiiii.
So after waiting in line for AN HOUR, I'm done. Finished. Ka-poot. I don't care if another class gets cancelled, I'm not doing that again. T_T
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck. (I don't think I said it enough in this entry.)