Wait Listed Yet Again
We registered for classes last week. I decided on a bunch of classes after a lot of discussion and debate. There was only one class that I knew right away I wanted to take. It was an early morning class with a good professor for a course that is required for graduation. The class limit was 100.
After the 3rd years registered, there were only a few spots open. I decided to go ahead and try to register for it anyway, thinking that I might be able to squeeze my way in. Well, the results came out. There are 70 people on the waiting list. I'm not in the top twenty on the waiting list. I don't think it's going to happen.
So now I need to look and see what's left. It probably means I am going to need to take an evening class, which I hate. I can't pay attention in the evening and it means that I would need to wait around for the van to take me home instead of walking myself.
After the 3rd years registered, there were only a few spots open. I decided to go ahead and try to register for it anyway, thinking that I might be able to squeeze my way in. Well, the results came out. There are 70 people on the waiting list. I'm not in the top twenty on the waiting list. I don't think it's going to happen.
So now I need to look and see what's left. It probably means I am going to need to take an evening class, which I hate. I can't pay attention in the evening and it means that I would need to wait around for the van to take me home instead of walking myself.