Gah. I don't know when I'm flying out back home for Christmas, so I don't know how fast I need to have my father's Xmas gift shipped to me. I guess I splurge on the extra $15, just in case. I guess I must love the guy or something.
'Dirty Girls'
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
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K-Bug just called me to say she is getting a B in her college Chemistry class. She is also stressing over class registration for next semester. Her time slot is in an hour and apparently there are no more spaces in the Chem class for next semester.
I'm just boggling at them being out of space already. None of the freshmen or sophomores have selected classes yet. Well, the some of the sophomores are registering today...but still...
At least they have registration this early.
When I went to Marquette, you didn't register until the two days before classes started, and times were assigned randomly so that you could be a first-semester freshman with an 8:00 am Monday slot, or a final-semester senior with a 2:00 pm Tuesday slot. Which really blew.
Oh, and being that it was the mid-80s and a cheap-ass Catholic school when it came to updating their systems, all registration was done in person at the old gym--you'd go up to the appropriate department's table and ask for the old-style computer punchcard for the class you wanted. If they were out, you'd have to reconfigure your schedule and then go back and ask for the other class instead. People would be sitting in the center of the gym, frantically reworking their classes to get everything in. Then you had to go through the rest of the building, stopping by the financial room and signing a rather substantial check, get any other forms, etc., in other rooms, before finishing.
My sister went to Bradley two years ahead of me and was flabbergasted by MU's archaic registration. She did everything by phone and dropped off her check at the financial office before the semester started.
Oh, and being that it was the mid-80s and a cheap-ass Catholic school when it came to updating their systems, all registration was done in person at the old gym--you'd go up to the appropriate department's table and ask for the old-style computer punchcard for the class you wanted. If they were out, you'd have to reconfigure your schedule and then go back and ask for the other class instead. People would be sitting in the center of the gym, frantically reworking their classes to get everything in. Then you had to go through the rest of the building, stopping by the financial room and signing a rather substantial check, get any other forms, etc., in other rooms, before finishing.
Heh. That's how UW-Stevens Point was when I was there. Plus there was the occasional student who was crying while angrily flinging her punch cards down onto the ground.
UW-Madison switched to register-by-phone after I graduated. Who knows - I bet soon they'll even let you register in Cyberspace! (You know, the Information Superhighway. Um, are there other terms no one uses anymore?)
This makes me sad: Emily the Strange is a rip off of a 1978 book character
Oh, and being that it was the mid-80s and a cheap-ass Catholic school when it came to updating their systems, all registration was done in person at the old gym--you'd go up to the appropriate department's table and ask for the old-style computer punchcard for the class you wanted. If they were out, you'd have to reconfigure your schedule and then go back and ask for the other class instead. People would be sitting in the center of the gym, frantically reworking their classes to get everything in. Then you had to go through the rest of the building, stopping by the financial room and signing a rather substantial check, get any other forms, etc., in other rooms, before finishing.
Minus the punch cards, that's how I registered for classes at Northwestern in 1996. Everything was done manually on paper. It sucked.
Holy awesome. Someone just cooked bacon in the microwave and now the whole office smells like BACON.
Pics from my symposium are here: [link]
Look at my happy physicists! I have a horrible crush on one of them who did me the lovely favor of surfing every morning and afternoon and looked hawt in a wetsuit.
Oh, another thing about UW-Madison - instead of all departments being in the gym, you had to walk to each department's building to register. Then if you had to rearrange your schedule you had to walk to all these buildings all over again. (The Madison campus is spread over a wide area.) Then when you were done, you had to line up in the Stock Pavilion (seriously - it had straw on the floor and smelled like cow) to turn your stuff in. Inevitably, someone in line would start to moo, and pretty soon you had everyone loudly mooing as they waited their turn....