I did it.
At 5:00 on the dot, I did it.
And it was a test, I kid you not.
After I left to find those classes, it turns out that the teacher for the last course I wanted had left that class altogether. Enter panic mode.
At 2:50 I enter the Student Academic Center, almost begging for help to no avail.
At 3:04, I wandered to the Tech Center and did a desperate last second search for open courses.
At 3:20, I found a class that was open, that started at 3:00. I hopped out of my chair and ran to that building. I snuck into the back of this Psychology class at 3:30 and waited for twenty minutes until the class ended, then spoke to the teacher, who told me that I had tons of make up work to do, then gave me her approval.
At 4:00, I’m back at the Academic Center, waiting to see an advisor. I sign in and wait, and some woman who looked like she could give a rat’s ass about her job came in to “greet” me.
At 4:20, she enters all the course information that I managed to gather. Turns out, two of the classes are already filled, and I don’t qualify for the third one. She pulls up a half-a-semester course that doesn’t start until mid-February to fill one spot, and tells me I need to ask the departments of the other two classes to grant me permission. One building is two blocks away from the office I’m sitting in. The other is almost five blocks in the opposite direction.
At 4:21, I’m running across the campus like a mad man.
At 4:25, I’m on the world’s slowest elevator, trying to reach the 6th floor.
At 4:30, another woman who looks like she hates her job “greets” me. A few seconds of awkward conversation, and I’m in the clear. Back down the elevator, and I’m belting across campus again.
At 4:35, I reach the other building, out of breath, and run up two flights of steps. I speak to a sweet older black woman, who puts my information in and gives me the clear, and the kindest smile I’ve seen today.
At 4:40, I’m charging back across campus to the Academic Center for the fourth time of the day, and my information is in the clear. I’m charged with a late registration fee, but god dammit all, I’m registered.
I fucking did it, man. As relieved as I am, I’m overwhelmed with exhaustion now.
But, no classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so I’ll be sleeping most of the early morning off tomorrow.
Thank you, God, for giving me more time to figure this college thing out.