A Long Day

The day began early, struggling to fall asleep until nearly one in the morning, I realized that I was only going to get about four hours of sleep. I was right. Five-thirty came, and so did the half asleep shower that I regretably took. I got all of the necessary papers together, jumped in my car, stopped at McDonalds, and drove to Pulaski Technical College to register. I arrived at the school around six-thirty, two hours too early, and waited for the line that I had anticipated. The line didn't arrive until ten after eight and the staff that should have been there before eight didn't show up until eight-thirty. So I, frustrated and exhausted, proceeded to regurgitate my social security number and every other bit of irrelevant information that was asked for until I was told to go and wait in a different line. Much to my delight, the next line was friendly. I was met at the door by a kind middle-aged woman who offered me a seat. I sat and waited for a couple of minutes until my name was called. When I heard my name I sluggishly stood and strolled over to the door from which I heard the voice. I was offered another seat, which I took graciously, and was asked for my desired class schedule for the spring semester. The nice lady who listened to me told me that I could take almost all of the classes that I wanted, and I walked out of that room satisfied. Nine o-clock came and went, and it was nine-thirty when I found the back of the next line that I was meant to wait in. Two hours later I reached the desk and was told that I needed to have my grant transfered by tomorrow or else I would get booted out of all of my classes that I had just registered for two hours earlier. After a few frustrating phone calls I managed to resolve the issue, and then I only had two more stops to make before I could leave that awful student center. The last two stops were conveniently easy, and I managed to get out of there just before noon. I was first in line and it took me almost six hours to register for classes. I think Pulaski Technical College is the most unorganized school that I have ever been too, and if you know where I've been, that's saying a lot.

~Matt