Today I was going on to my university website to look for classes and register. Well, I found I could not register online(though I realized later I was trying to register for the wrong semester). So I'm a little confused and I look at the calendar. It says classes start on the 27th. For a moment, I thought I was past registering and I wouldn't be able to go to school this semester. So, I begin freaking out and the whole time I'm thinking "Why would classes start on a Wednesday?" I try to call my mom twice at work to tell her my situation and whither or not I should drag my dad up to the unviversity with me to register since I evidently can't do it online and my parents are paying for the first two years of college. At this point I'm freaking out and really starting to lose it because college is my livlihood at this point in my life. But then, something occurs to me. Classes start on AUGUST 27th. It's still July. I have never been so relieved in my entire life. My mom calls me back, I tell her the story and she says "Well, you deserved it for putting it off so long." Yeah, I did.
What times have you guys had where you felt the world was about to end?
What times have you guys had where you felt the world was about to end?
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