Poop happens … and so does dropping extra credits

Whether you love the shopping period or think it was invented by malevolent spirits plotting to turn you to the dark side, you’ll soon be free of its clammy, insistent clutches. After tomorrow, there will be no more strolling into a new class, picking up the syllabus, and then surfing B@B for the entire lecture. There will be no more judging professors based on the fonts they use in powerpoint presentations and whether or not they can spell the word “cupboard.” There will be no more ignoring the reading for a required class because surely, another section is better. That’s right, folks: the shopping period is ending.

It’s time for you to face the facts: you have to take some classes this semester. You don’t really have to like them. You don’t even have to show up to them. But you do have to make a decision. So decide which professors you can tolerate, or throw some darts at a wall with your schedule taped up on it, and then log in to SSOL (or whatever confusing program it is all the Barnard students are complaining about now) and drop some classes.

Course registration is like a trip to the toilet via Public Domain Pictures