The day for college registration drew closer, and closer. My anticipation grew as August 24th approached.
The day finally came. It started just like my other days do: I was running late. I say I was, but it was really my mom; I don't do the driving. We ended up at the Performing Arts building thirty minutes early, and had to wait until my appointment to begin going through the line. At every stop I had to make, a computer was malfunctioning. The first one wouldn't print my transcript. The next wouldn't print my advisor form. After 45 minutes in line, I finally made it into the theatre, where all the advisors were lined up on the stage. I saw Mr. Abbott and Mr. Smith, whom I had for Govermant and Economics the previous school year. My advisor, Mrs. Armstrong, was busy, so Dr. Harvey handled my schedule. I was so prepared that I had already planned and written out my schedule for the semester. While he was trying to input my schedule into the computer, Mrs. Armstrong came over and met me. I found out that she was one of my professors for the upcoming semester. It suddenly became apparent that the computers in the theatre were malfunctioning also, since Dr. Harvey began cussing and slaping a computer monitor. All the while, I hoped that this experience wasn't foreshadowing my college career. I then entered the banquet hall, where there were several people around the room with forms to fill out and information to input into a computer. I didn't know where to start. About the only thing I accomplished in there was getting my ID card. The Financial Aid computers were down, so I couldn't go to the Cashier to pay for my classes. After about two and a half hours at the Performing Arts building, I left with my mom to go to the bookstore with a handwritten copy of my schedule, since the computers were down and I couldn't get a print-out of my classes. They informed me that my P.O. from TRC hadn't arrived, so I couldn't get my textbooks. They did, however, go and pull them so they would be there when they got the P.O. So, the woman at the counter proceeded to get a dolly and pull six textbooks. Six! For four classes. With a strong feeling that I had accomplished nothing, I left to get lunch and go to the store where I work. I didn't see many people that I knew at registration. I did see Casey Gonzales, Ashley Galan, and Samantha Nevill. I felt like I was going to be very lonely at college. The rest of the day, I thought of high school, and how much I missed it. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to return to those years of my life, which now seemed gone forever.