Conflicts riddle class registration
Scheduling conflicts happen to me every registration period. It’s like my teachers purposely meet and schedule classes with 15-minute overlaps just to see me squirm.
It’s that time of year again – class registration. I love whipping out the spring catalogues and signing up with advisors who are probably just as confused as I am over my DARS report, which, going on my fourth year here, I’m still not even that sure what DARS stands for.
There’s just one problem. My Monday and Wednesday 11 a.m. class conflicts with everything else I need to sign up for. Sorry, Glick, looks like I’m not graduating in four years.
It’s not that I’m in a hurry to graduate anytime soon. I’ll be the first to admit I’ve changed minors and even taken a semester off. College should be enjoyed. Bad decisions should be made. And yes, perhaps even failing a class is a good reality check from time to time. (Not that I’ve done it, knock on wood). But for fear of turning out like our dear friend Van Wilder, I have to start thinking about life outside of the University of Nevada, Reno, even if the new student union is earth-shattering and has a (gasp!) Starbucks.
These scheduling conflicts happen to me every registration period. And every time, I secretly hope when I enter ePaws that the course schedule gods will smile upon me and relieve me of call number woes. But alas, many of my classes are at the same time, several of which are through the same department. It’s like my teachers purposely meet and schedule classes with 15-minute overlaps just to see me squirm. Well, mission accomplished – I’m squirming.
Who are the people who set up this schedule and how do they propose to support me throughout the rest of my schooling? It’s a valid concern since I’m probably going to be here for a while longer. God knows my Millennium Scholarship is going faster out of my pocket than Paris Hilton out to buy another Louis Vuitton doggie handbag. And my parents have already renovated my room. It’s a gym, now. So I’m on my own and I have to finish school soon. Did I mention the word “soon” yet?
I’m also not the spring chicken I used to be. Freshman year was ages ago and I can’t keep up with these Lindsay Lohans and Hannah Montanas. The constant reminder of younger people every day as I walk to and from class is wearing on my self-esteem. Quite frankly, I’m losing sleep over it. Call me self-conscious and over the hill, but I just don’t fit in with all those young kids anymore. Them and their darn rap, hippity-hop music with those little iPods of theirs. It’s just not how it used to be.
While I realize that graduating in more than four years is socially acceptable and quite normal, I think I’m just tired of school and more tired of seeing the red notice on ePaws reading: “Time conflict found.” Surely, I’ll be biting my tongue once the realities of the real world hit. But those realities should be hitting me – the sooner the better.
Besides, I think I may have found my new calling in life. I’m contacting the class scheduling coordinator. I want in on the squirming fun.
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