|Forum|Articles| Student 13573943's College Hijinks . By Cyber Seduction     I too have just been sufficiently screwed by "The Man". As is my tendency, I prepared my schedule for the next quarter at school approximately 2 days before the first day to register. I was largly excited as the number of days that I am obligated to attend per week would drop from 5 currently to 2 in the Winter. Finishing my schedule I made the declaration that I would proceed to the Records office in Rhodes Hall at the moment that they opened...8am. This has always been the best bet for registering without alot of people there ans subsequently without having to wait a long time. The drive to Rhodes Monday morning was as uneventful as usual and I kind of zoned out. Upon reaching Rhodes Hall I drove around the parking area for 10 minutes before finding a spot to park my conveyance. I then hiked up to the Double Door Yuppie Larva Threshold. As I approached the automatic door, the door simply did not open, as if I was in a really bad episode of The Simpsons. I then opted to open the automatic door manually. Succeeding, I was berated by a passing maintenance worker for breaking the hydrolic spring-like apparatus that allowed the door to open automatically. Relieving myself of blame, I looked up to see a 60 person line stretching from the not yet opened Records office all the way down the hall to near the computer lab. Exclaiming my unhappiness in a highly audible sigh, I entered the line at the end and proceeded to prop myself up on an nearby wall. The first 3 minutes that I waited were boring and unnerving but not that bad. Then, as if I had brought down the Gods' undivided wrath, the only person in any of my classes that I absolutely cannot stand enters the line directly behind me. As if I was being questioned by a Congressional fact-finding team, I was then subjected to a barage of questions including, but not limited to, "What classes are you taking?", "Why are you here instead of in class?", "Did you finish Thursday's lab?", and "Does the line look like it's moving?". Warding off the verbal attack as best I could, I retreating into my own thoughts where I blanked out reality and fantasized about a situation that did not so much resemble hell. As the line progressed I started playing a game with myself called "Kill List". The object of this game is to remember everyone on my kill list and mentally arrange them alphabetically, then cross-reference them by the reason they are on the list. This retreat offered little relief as I struggled with why I was being put through this. This entire situation was caused when the fine administrators of Clark State Community College decided to remove priority registering, therefore anyone who took classes in the Fall quarter could sign up for Winter quarter at the same time. Previously one could register early baring that said person had a certain number of previous credit hours...I feel it is neccesary to point out that Winter Quarter was the first quarter in which I had enough credits to register early. One hour and thirty-four minutes later I signed up for my classes and swiftly removed myself from the building where I proceeded to my vehicle with hast and made two ellequently placed skid marks across a handycaped parking space. Returning to the Brinkman Building, I made the executive decision that I would no longer refer to my school as "Clark State"...from here on out it shall be refered to as "Clark High".     Syntax Error/:|Forum|Articles|