walkingshadow | Never let a paranoid insomniac vigilante do your taxes.

Oh, for fuck's sake. I've given up on the god-forsaken thesis, okay? It has been forsaken six ways to graduation. And yet I have still not registered for a class. I'm so tired of this being the central issue to my semester. It should be done! Frankly, for the continued smooth bureaucratic operation of my academic and personal life, it needs to be done. The professor who teaches the Tao of Star Trek class hasn't emailed me back (since last Monday) and according to the Honors office, she doesn't keep office hours (is that even possible?), so they suggested I communicate with her as they do, via email. Which I haven't found helpful! Technically I don't need her approval to sign into the class—I only need department approval and then the signature of the Dean (the part of the Dean is played by the desk at Academic Advising); but if the class is full, and there's really no way for me to get into it over the cap (like a sign that says "no more than x persons in this room"), then I really don't want to waste the time it's going to take to get the signatures, turn it in, and be told it won't fly. If it's not possible, I will stop pursuing it and start desperately chasing after some other class, because I don't have time for this. Holds on my record! Eviction notices! Somebody answer their email and give me my fucking money so that you may in turn take that money back and stop leaving DEAR STUDENTs in my mailbox.

In sum, you are USELESS and I hate you all.