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Permalink 04/10/07 at 10:17:37 am, by Ed, 200 words   English (US)
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Today I register for classes for next semester. I could graduate next semester. I don't know how many credits I will need, either 19 or 24, but I could graduate next semester, because all of my required classes fit into my schedule.

I only hope that those people who have already registered haven't filled them up by the time I get to do so myself. I sit here at my computer, food surrounding me, a catheter standing by, just so I don't have to leave this spot for one second until the time comes for me to register. I have all the numbers I need. I just need to copy and paste five or six times, and off I go. Of course, I've already entered my health insurance information, which has always surprised me with its persistence in the past. I start to get into the groove of registering, and then WHAM! STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING! TAKE TEN MINUTES TO FILL OUT THIS USELESS INFORMATION SO THAT OTHER, MORE PREPARED STUDENTS CAN FILL UP ALL YOUR REQUIRED CLASSES!!! Well, I've taken care of that little nuisance already. Take that, health!

I'll let you know how it goes in exactly 3 hours and 27 minutes.

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