After waiting for my schedule for over a week and a half in the mail, it's a good thing there were no mistakes on it--oh wait! There were. The schedule says I only have Human Physiology second semester and the first semester I have an assistant hour that I actually get a fucking credit for. Well, that's fine. I know plenty of doctors, and four out of five of them say they skipped the first semester of Human Physiology. After all, what are the problems of the human body to the common doctor? I understand that humans make mistakes, especially incompetant fuck ups, such as the ones that run the school, but come on. We couldn't even get our schedule at registration. That's a little ri-fucking-diculous. After a week and half after registration, I expect schedules to come laced in gold and give blow jobs to whoever opens it. Twice. Preferably with free passes to Cosmic Bowling. But instead I get this. A week and a half late. Wrong. And no passes to Cosmic Bowling. Shit, all I'm asking for are some free shoe rentals. Fuck. I would have rather opened a mailbox wired to a plastic explosive. Twice.
