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Cruel2BKind

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I am elated! Faith in humanity has been restored!

*ahem*

Since I was in the second to last orientation for my college, I was literally one of the last students to register. I was unable to get any of the major science classes that are a core part of the nursing major. I had to make do with gen eds and minor core classes.

Registering for second semester, I had no credits (they don't count the semester you are partly done with) and I wasn't in a learning community, so once again I was one of the last people to be able to register, all of the classes I needed to take were snapped up immediately.

Registering for next fall!

I watched my computer like a twitchy paranoid sentinel, chose all of my classes, typed in my student ID, and waited with my finger poised over the 'enter' key. I pressed that motherfucker RIGHT when the clock said seven. I got all my classes!

http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumb...uccess-54afa62621fc10e5c2b7c774430c4311_h.jpg

Edited to add:

Now I just need to pass the goddamn finals for THIS semester, wish me luck!
 
I am elated! Faith in humanity has been restored!

*ahem*

Since I was in the second to last orientation for my college, I was literally one of the last students to register. I was unable to get any of the major science classes that are a core part of the nursing major. I had to make do with gen eds and minor core classes.

Registering for second semester, I had no credits (they don't count the semester you are partly done with) and I wasn't in a learning community, so once again I was one of the last people to be able to register, all of the classes I needed to take were snapped up immediately.

Registering for next fall!

I watched my computer like a twitchy paranoid sentinel, chose all of my classes, typed in my student ID, and waited with my finger poised over the 'enter' key. I pressed that motherfucker RIGHT when the clock said seven. I got all my classes!

http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumb...uccess-54afa62621fc10e5c2b7c774430c4311_h.jpg

Edited to add:

Now I just need to pass the goddamn finals for THIS semester, wish me luck!

Luck rarely has anything to do with it! but best of luck to you anyways!
 
I am elated! Faith in humanity has been restored!

*ahem*

Since I was in the second to last orientation for my college, I was literally one of the last students to register. I was unable to get any of the major science classes that are a core part of the nursing major. I had to make do with gen eds and minor core classes.

Registering for second semester, I had no credits (they don't count the semester you are partly done with) and I wasn't in a learning community, so once again I was one of the last people to be able to register, all of the classes I needed to take were snapped up immediately.

Registering for next fall!

I watched my computer like a twitchy paranoid sentinel, chose all of my classes, typed in my student ID, and waited with my finger poised over the 'enter' key. I pressed that motherfucker RIGHT when the clock said seven. I got all my classes!

http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumb...uccess-54afa62621fc10e5c2b7c774430c4311_h.jpg

Edited to add:

Now I just need to pass the goddamn finals for THIS semester, wish me luck!

Congratulations! I suspect your faith in technology rather than humanity affected your success.

You would be amused with the registration process when I was in college. I won't tell any "when I was your age" stories, but humanity was much more of a factor in the outcome. ;)

Good luck on your finals! :rose:
 
Wow. We just used to dissect them. :eek:

Nah, we dissect cats. I was lucky enough to be in a dissection group with a gym teacher, a dietician, and a squeamish nurse. I got to do all of the cutting and snipping. :D
 
I had my practical lab exam today. There were several cats and models spread out on the tables. The cats had numbered pins through their organs. This test was sort of a catch-all test with the reproductive system, nervous system, endocrine system, and digestive system.

Not one, but two of the poor kitties had a pin right through the testes. The answer to the first question was testes, and the second answer was epididymis. :D
 
Nah, we dissect cats. I was lucky enough to be in a dissection group with a gym teacher, a dietician, and a squeamish nurse. I got to do all of the cutting and snipping. :D

I haven't dissected anything since high school. I did okay in bio but it wasn't my favorite, so I took something else in college. However, I do remember having to dissect a worm, a clam, a grasshopper (that one I hated; I hate bugs), a frog (of course) and ... a sheep's heart, I believe. I didn't mind the actual dissections; I thought it was pretty neat, really.
 
I haven't dissected anything since high school. I did okay in bio but it wasn't my favorite, so I took something else in college. However, I do remember having to dissect a worm, a clam, a grasshopper (that one I hated; I hate bugs), a frog (of course) and ... a sheep's heart, I believe. I didn't mind the actual dissections; I thought it was pretty neat, really.


High school biology was one of the driving forces behind why I majored in business and accounting in college.

You are forced to deal with very few gooey, sticky, gross things as a CPA. (other than several of the clients).
 
G-Spot found !

G-Spot found !

On the subject of dissection (we did an enormous Pike at school),
THIS seems to be an appropriate place to put this.

More details may be found HERE.
 
I recall dissecting a lubber locust in introductory Entomology. It would have been less interesting if HM hadn't been my lab partner!
 
Congratulations! I suspect your faith in technology rather than humanity affected your success.

You would be amused with the registration process when I was in college. I won't tell any "when I was your age" stories, but humanity was much more of a factor in the outcome. ;)

Good luck on your finals! :rose:
Oh, yes. Long lines across the gym and lots of flirting with the grad students to get in the good sections.
 
I once changed entire programs and schools because of a line.

It became a personal challenge each semester to get all the classes I wanted and at the time I wanted them, too. I awarded myself extra points when I waited until the last day.
 
It became a personal challenge each semester to get all the classes I wanted and at the time I wanted them, too. I awarded myself extra points when I waited until the last day.

At my alma mater, each academic department had their own assignment committee. Registration literally meant running or biking all over campus. There were a few tactics one could employ to avoid the 7:40 a.m. math classes, however. Several times I registered for "Origin of Greek and Latin Medical Terms", at 7:40 a.m., which was not an assigned class. That is, you could just mark it down on your registration form. Later, at the Mathematics Department, you could legitimately claim an conflict. Usually, the department reserved a couple of extra seats in each lecture to handle the inevitable collisions. I would just drop the medical terms class the first week.

Such tactics were not required during my junior and seniors years. Later, when I was in graduate school, I had to sit on the assignment committee for the Engineering Department. Sadly, there were very few women in engineering and certainly none of them were flirting with me or flashing a glimpse of cleavage. Any cleavage or crack that was visible was from some of the larger men. :eek:
 
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In my young day, we registered with punchcards (binary-coded decimals, I think), one step up from cuneiform, that one received at the appropriate table in the gym. I actually took one computer course, using FORTRAN on the IBM 740; the equivalent of hunting mastodons with spears hardened in the fire.
 
In my young day, we registered with punchcards (binary-coded decimals, I think), one step up from cuneiform, that one received at the appropriate table in the gym. I actually took one computer course, using FORTRAN on the IBM 740; the equivalent of hunting mastodons with spears hardened in the fire.

What a wonderful description !
(I think Cuneiform is probably simpler)
But FORTRAN wasn't that problematic; to begin with.
 
What a wonderful description !
(I think Cuneiform is probably simpler)
But FORTRAN wasn't that problematic; to begin with.

It was for me. Sigh. One of the reasons I got out of engineering before I got too deeply in and went with IR/Russian Studies.

I never did any of these things for courses. Honestly, I didn't have much choice. A lot of what I took was only offered at one time, especially when you got into the courses necessary for the majors. I had a couple of pre-8am classes, as I recall, but not many and it was nice to have a quiet little time on the campus.
 
I got side-tracked and forgot to wish Cruel all the best of good fortune in her exams. All the best, Cruel!

The ultimate bummer class was in the fall of my third year in law school, the 8 a.m. Saturday class in corporate law, conducted by a professor (long since shuffled off this mortal coil) who read to us, at warp speed, the textbook he had written. "Penitential" barely describes it.
 
I prefer to keep some early morning classes. It keeps me on schedule. I don't want to be like all of my friends who think that sleeping in until 2 is normal, and on the weekends they sometimes sleep until dinner is over in the cafeteria.

Next semester isn't going to be very fun. This semester I had some interesting classes; medical ethics, human anatomy, LGBT studies, and film studies. If they weren't fun, at least they were interesting.

Now it's gonna be 'intro to communication, intro to statistics, english 101, and Chemistry of Life Processes.

Really nervous about the chem... I nearly failed high school chemistry. :(

Thanks for the support guys!
 
In my young day, we registered with punchcards (binary-coded decimals, I think), one step up from cuneiform, that one received at the appropriate table in the gym. I actually took one computer course, using FORTRAN on the IBM 740; the equivalent of hunting mastodons with spears hardened in the fire.

Try 5x8 paper forms in triplicate using that new-fangled carbonless paper.
 
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