Daily Newsie

That’s what time I woke up this morning, because that’s what time the university’s online registration program was going to allow my section of the alphabet to sign up for fall classes. There was one in particular that I really wanted — one I’ve been wanting to take since I started the program, actually — and I noticed earlier that there were only 12 seats available, so I really wanted to be sure I snagged mine before anyone else did.

I needn’t have worried (or woken up at this obscene hour), because so far only one person has signed up. Two now, including me. I was the first person to sign up for the other class, which — contrary to what the professor told me earlier this year — does not begin on the weekend of my wedding, but the weekend after.

The thing that bums me out slightly is that this is my last real semester. There’s a class in interpersonal communication that I would love to take, but it’s at the same time as the class that has me salivating because it’s rumored far and wide to be the best class anyone’s ever taken, and this time I can’t say I can just take interpersonal next time around. It’s also a little frightening that, after a year of talking about a thesis, I now actually have to write one.

Now it’s 5:20 a.m. and I don’t want to go back to sleep because I know it’ll make getting up in an hour that much harder. I hope you’ve all been blogging, because I’m off to the internets in search of something interesting to keep me awake.