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ghostdrive) wrote2005-08-23 09:43 pm
ghostdrive) wrote2005-08-23 09:43 pm
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HEADACHE!
Today, for the first time, I experienced the horror known as college registration. It involved me, two hours of waiting in a line outside (such a strange registration process they have), the sun, the heat, the sun, oh and did I mention the sun? I HATE THE SUN (and this damn Texas heat of course).
And to top it off, there was a gigantic pimple on my chin. NOOOOOOO!!!! Okay...so maybe it was that big, but getting a pimple isn't fun.
Luckily, the gentlemen in front of me was a rather tall man, so I stayed in his shadow for some much appreciated shade. (Thank you tall gentleman.) Ah, times like that make me enjoy being short. But still, this plan only worked until a certain point (once we made a turn his shadow shifted), so by the time I actually got in the building I was a mass of sweating, overheated, irritated Kathy. NOT A GOOD COMBINATION.
A grumpy kathy equals a very reticent Kathy. My apologies to the man helping me sign up for my classes. I was in no mood to be friendly, so all he got from me were minimal words, grunts, and pointing both at a course selection book and computer screen. Somehow, despite wanting to flee the place, I signed up for my classes and paid my fee. At this point, I could have gotten my student ID and a parking permit, but I was in a foul mood. So I left.
My mom and brother (<----he had to take a test before being able to register...so by the time he was finished with both the test and registration, he looked like the walking dead, haha ♥) were waiting outside in out van, and my brother says I looked mad (as previously stated, he understood exactly why after he went through this process). We took my brother to take his test, and for about an hour and a half I absolutely hated the classes I chose. Like I said, I was irritated and grumpy. That feeling of hatred passed once the books for the courses were bought so its okay now.
After my bro was done with his test, we went back to the college, went through the whole mess with him, and we both got our student IDs (I really don't need a parking permit at the moment). We have NEVER managed to take decent photos. We always look like criminals. In my state identification card, I look like I've just committed a murder; in my Student ID card, I look as if I've been in the slammer for a couple of years. They are horrid. (Though we both laughed about them on the ride home. They are funny looking.)
Bleh, I can't remember what else I wanted to say. Hopefully I won't get stressed out too much when the semester begins next Monday.Another break out of acne is not what I want to greet the new school year with.
And to top it off, there was a gigantic pimple on my chin. NOOOOOOO!!!! Okay...so maybe it was that big, but getting a pimple isn't fun.
Luckily, the gentlemen in front of me was a rather tall man, so I stayed in his shadow for some much appreciated shade. (Thank you tall gentleman.) Ah, times like that make me enjoy being short. But still, this plan only worked until a certain point (once we made a turn his shadow shifted), so by the time I actually got in the building I was a mass of sweating, overheated, irritated Kathy. NOT A GOOD COMBINATION.
A grumpy kathy equals a very reticent Kathy. My apologies to the man helping me sign up for my classes. I was in no mood to be friendly, so all he got from me were minimal words, grunts, and pointing both at a course selection book and computer screen. Somehow, despite wanting to flee the place, I signed up for my classes and paid my fee. At this point, I could have gotten my student ID and a parking permit, but I was in a foul mood. So I left.
My mom and brother (<----he had to take a test before being able to register...so by the time he was finished with both the test and registration, he looked like the walking dead, haha ♥) were waiting outside in out van, and my brother says I looked mad (as previously stated, he understood exactly why after he went through this process). We took my brother to take his test, and for about an hour and a half I absolutely hated the classes I chose. Like I said, I was irritated and grumpy. That feeling of hatred passed once the books for the courses were bought so its okay now.
After my bro was done with his test, we went back to the college, went through the whole mess with him, and we both got our student IDs (I really don't need a parking permit at the moment). We have NEVER managed to take decent photos. We always look like criminals. In my state identification card, I look like I've just committed a murder; in my Student ID card, I look as if I've been in the slammer for a couple of years. They are horrid. (Though we both laughed about them on the ride home. They are funny looking.)
Bleh, I can't remember what else I wanted to say. Hopefully I won't get stressed out too much when the semester begins next Monday.
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I'm sorry you had to all that. I know the feeling of wating in lines outside in the hot sun that you think you'll DIE from.
I hope when I register the line won't be outside...
♥ katherine