to be or not to be... a nerd

I'm currently sitting in the workroom at the Learning Center where I work, hoarding this particular computer (with impeccable high-speed internet) in anxious anticipation for 2pm. At exactly 2pm today, my registration period begins for Fall 2005, and thus, the battle for classes ensues. I am particularly delighted this year to have the earliest registration period, so I am free of my usually panic about full classes. I have assumed the position: back straight, feet flat on the floor, eyes straight ahead, preferred schedule to my left, back-up options to my right, and fingers arched over the keyboard. I've played this game before, I've fought this battle, and this time-- I will win.

I am a nerd. I love registration, my favorite part of which is perusing the course catalog-- how does one ever decide?! But as a seasoned veteran, I know the methods, and I certainly know the madness. The choices came easily this semester-- I know what I like, I know who I like, and I know what I need to graduate. Graduate. That's a strange word. I have one year left. Weird. I feel as if I have always been here, and also as if it only just began yesterday. College is Heaven for me, and I could stay here for quite some time.

And this is strange to say, but I have just recently discovered this amazing place on campus where I can get lost for hours on end—a place where there is always more to learn, always more to be seen, and so so so much to do! The library, my friends, is the happiest place on earth! I began researching for a class, and now I am ready to research forever—and I am definitely ready to begin work on my thesis! No one will see me next year, unless they seek me out at the library or Harry Ransom Center. There, amongst piles of books and papers and perfect writing utensils you will find me— deliriously happy and hopelessly a nerd.

But back to the here and now...
The time now reads 1:25. 35 minutes remaining. I hope no one tries to steal my computer. It is mine!!! Registration can be vicious-- I've seen people lose friends, roommates, and limbs over it. You must be prepared, you must be persistent, and you must above all else remember that there are loopholes around loopholes and it pays to know people who know people. Think you can handle it? I hope, for your sake, you are ready. It's a harsh world out there in registration land. Good luck, God speed, and may the craziest one of all get their classes.