Angry Sparkles
So. In case anyone was curious about the post earlier today.
Because, y'know, I'm sure you all were.
Registration did not go as planned, to put it nicely.
For one, I crashed out at two and got up at 7:15 in order to be logged on for my 7:30 registration time, so that's already. Y'know. Awesome.
The way things have worked out for me over these past four years, the only class I'm required to take is my Senior Seminar - basically, my thesis class. I'd been working on buinding a 12-unit schedule around that, leaving Tuesdays and Fridays free for an internship and trying to leave some afternoons so I could still work the writing center and campus operator. I'd gotten a schedule worked out so I could do all that.
This morning, when I tried to register for classes, I couldn't get into my thesis class. The system said I hadn't "fulfilled all prerequisites," namely because I'm still taking Lit Theory and my transcript was counting it as in progress, not complete. That was a lovely sleep-deprived call to OneStop, only to be told to email OneStop instead. Okay. Sure. Time for a runaround.
It was only when I got the email back from OneStop saying my thesis class conflicted with one of the classes I'd already registered for that I realized they'd changed the date and time of my thesis class.
Okay, no problem. Instead of doing a one-unit class on Monday, I'll find one on Thursday night. No big deal.
According to the class schedule, there aren't any. Okay. Maybe I can fall back on that other class I registered for-
Except the time of that class has also changed, so it clashes with another class I'd already wanted to take. My carefully crafted class schedule has just become a giant clusterfuck.
So on five hours of sleep, I spent the entire day either working at the writing center (and getting snapped at by a girl when I told her to quit texting while I was helping her with her paper) or scouring the class catalog trying to find classes that would actually mesh with the schedule I was trying to build. The former worked alright. The latter was utterly unsuccessful.
So basically, after a fantastic lack of sleep and goodness knows how much frustration, I finally called off tutoring early and headed to One Stop. I gave the counselor the abbreviated version of my woes, he pulled up my schedule, looked at me, and said, "You know you can be a part-time student, right?"
...what.
Evidently my scholarship will still be intact (it'll still pay for half of tuition, even if it's by unit instead of a flat rate). I'm not sure if part-time students can keep housing or how many credit hours I need to stay on my insurance policy, but going part time means no more schedule woes and more time to focus on jobs, graduate schools, and internships. It's an entire realm of possibility that I'd never considered - I thought I had to be a full-time student all four years to keep my scholarship.
I made it five steps out of the registrar's office before I started crying.
I made it to the fountain before I stopped and called my mom. I think this was possibly the biggest I have no idea what the hell I'm doing moment I have ever had.
I'm waiting for a reply from the housing office and I need to call my insurance provider tomorrow, but I think I might go part-time next semester. It'd sure make life a lot easier.
In the meantime, I have four more hours of work to get through and a whole lot of sleep to catch up on after that.
Any time you want to make things easy on me, Life, I'd sure appreciate it. |Db
Because, y'know, I'm sure you all were.
Registration did not go as planned, to put it nicely.
For one, I crashed out at two and got up at 7:15 in order to be logged on for my 7:30 registration time, so that's already. Y'know. Awesome.
The way things have worked out for me over these past four years, the only class I'm required to take is my Senior Seminar - basically, my thesis class. I'd been working on buinding a 12-unit schedule around that, leaving Tuesdays and Fridays free for an internship and trying to leave some afternoons so I could still work the writing center and campus operator. I'd gotten a schedule worked out so I could do all that.
This morning, when I tried to register for classes, I couldn't get into my thesis class. The system said I hadn't "fulfilled all prerequisites," namely because I'm still taking Lit Theory and my transcript was counting it as in progress, not complete. That was a lovely sleep-deprived call to OneStop, only to be told to email OneStop instead. Okay. Sure. Time for a runaround.
It was only when I got the email back from OneStop saying my thesis class conflicted with one of the classes I'd already registered for that I realized they'd changed the date and time of my thesis class.
Okay, no problem. Instead of doing a one-unit class on Monday, I'll find one on Thursday night. No big deal.
According to the class schedule, there aren't any. Okay. Maybe I can fall back on that other class I registered for-
Except the time of that class has also changed, so it clashes with another class I'd already wanted to take. My carefully crafted class schedule has just become a giant clusterfuck.
So on five hours of sleep, I spent the entire day either working at the writing center (and getting snapped at by a girl when I told her to quit texting while I was helping her with her paper) or scouring the class catalog trying to find classes that would actually mesh with the schedule I was trying to build. The former worked alright. The latter was utterly unsuccessful.
So basically, after a fantastic lack of sleep and goodness knows how much frustration, I finally called off tutoring early and headed to One Stop. I gave the counselor the abbreviated version of my woes, he pulled up my schedule, looked at me, and said, "You know you can be a part-time student, right?"
...what.
Evidently my scholarship will still be intact (it'll still pay for half of tuition, even if it's by unit instead of a flat rate). I'm not sure if part-time students can keep housing or how many credit hours I need to stay on my insurance policy, but going part time means no more schedule woes and more time to focus on jobs, graduate schools, and internships. It's an entire realm of possibility that I'd never considered - I thought I had to be a full-time student all four years to keep my scholarship.
I made it five steps out of the registrar's office before I started crying.
I made it to the fountain before I stopped and called my mom. I think this was possibly the biggest I have no idea what the hell I'm doing moment I have ever had.
I'm waiting for a reply from the housing office and I need to call my insurance provider tomorrow, but I think I might go part-time next semester. It'd sure make life a lot easier.
In the meantime, I have four more hours of work to get through and a whole lot of sleep to catch up on after that.
Any time you want to make things easy on me, Life, I'd sure appreciate it. |Db