Trip to the registrar office, a hellish nightmare

Students regi~ter based on a few different factors. The upper class students go before the lower class students and then it's broken down by alphabet.

Michael A Kazanjian editor in chief

Registering for classes has always been a nightmare. Many people go through it every year without a hitch, but for me, I'd rather run a red-hot poker through my eye.

After my first semester as a freshman, three years ago, I had gone through three to four sched•ules before getting the classes I needed. My final schedule for second semester was one full of disappointments. My classmates were taking Harvey Lapes's course on love while I drowning in a sophomore math class.

Now three years ago as a freshman I didn't expect a whole lot. My mind began to revert back to my first year of high school. Back to the days when I was a big nothing on campus and anything that I said carried absolutely no weight. I still held out hope. I bad it set in my head that registering for my sophomore year would be a breeze. I had risen in the ranks a little bit and I wanted my payoff for a tough first year. How wrong I was.

Steve Murray, my advisor at the time who is no longer part of the Cabrini faculty, helped me plot my path of destruction to the big brown door of the registrar.

I was pumped up; this year it would be me sitting in the front row learning about the ways of love from a man in a pinstriped seersucker suit.

I handed my schedule to the attending clerk and within seconds I was shot down. Not for just one or two classes, but for every single one of them. As General Kurtz said, "The horror, the horror."

Stupidly, I remained optimistic. Back into Murray's office I went and out I came with schedule number two. 10 minutes later I was back in his office with a look of despair and disbelief. Rejected again. This happened about six more times until finally I had a schedule that I had no interest in whatsoever. I couldn't see myself doing this for the next three years of my life.

That summer I made the decision not to return to Cabrini for another year. With the classes I was scheduled to take I would have felt like I was wasting my money, and as you know, Cabrini is no bargain.

The sad thing is that I know I'm not the only one who had to deal with this. It happens all the time. Freshman are faced with an