Enrolled

Done and done. I swear to God, I have the most glorious registration of anybody I know. Not because the process is especially easy or that I'm guaranteed to get in all the classes I want - because I was just bumped from my preferred American history class - it's that I physically register in the most glorious environment possible. Either in the sun soaked hills of Malibu or here on the sun soaked porch of our hotel here in Greece, I register in beautiful climates. And boy am I not overstating how much of an impact this has on my mood during this hectic process. As I said before, it's like a sad tradition to figure out one's plan for the future semester(s) and just as everything seems perfect watch as the classes fill up before your very eyes in the preceding registration waves. But while some may scramble for new classes and Plans B-G for class schedules in dreary climates and less than friendly confines, I can multi-task: catching some rays and figuring out my life. Seems like a pretty sweet deal to me, even if I can't take my History 304 class of choice. Of course, when I'm stuck taking 8 AM's Monday through Friday, I may revisit my prior moods and question just why I was some pleasantly accepting the most brutal of morning classes when I am most definitely not a morning person. But thats for another day.