It’s the most horrible time of the year (but sung to the tune of the similarly named Christmas classic)

Dear Registration Gods, 

Hope all is well! I know it’s been months since we last spoke in September when I cried to you about how there was one day left in the shopping period and I was only enrolled in ten credits, but please, hear me out. 

I am no longer a wide-eyed freshman ignorant of my place at the bottom of the totem pole; I am acutely aware of the fact that every single class I have planned for next semester is filling up with an infinite waitlist, and admittedly, I am shitting my pants. Please, Registration Gods, help me out. Keep me in mind when professors begin narrowly letting students off their waitlists. Registration Gods, I beg of you, let me finally get into Intro to Urban Studies after four semesters of trying (and failing) to climb to the top of the waitlist. Make it so that this semester, I do not need to email professors begging them to let me into their classes because if they don’t, I won’t have enough credits to be a full-time student. Help me out this semester, oh mighty Registration Gods. I will forever be indebted to you. I’ll even give you my firstborn child if you can guarantee my admittance to each class I have planned for the spring. 

Let there be no tears or frustrated desires to rip all the hair out of my head during this registration period. Let there be joy and distribution requirements fulfilled! Let me enroll in enough credits to graduate on time, oh mighty Registration Gods. I implore you to take pity on the students with 5:00 pm registration times, the most unlucky students in this venerated university. Registration Gods, hear my pleas and let them echo in your hearts. Bless me this registration season, and ensure my enrollment needs are met. 

Until next semester, when I cry to you once more with my registration-induced, anxiety driven pleas,

A terrified sophomore double majoring and hoping to graduate early

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