Registration

Registration was hell. I did it last Monday and am just now recovering.
It was windy. It was chilly. I hate the wind.
I knew that they moved my department to another building. I did not not know that they moved that department to another building. I started at one end of campus. I walked to the other end of the campus to find the physics department. That building was locked. I walked to the next open building (which was four building tries later) and asked for directions. A nice lady sent me to the building I was just at. I thought she knew better than I so, I traipsed all the way back. I tried all entrances this time, much to no avail. I finally walked back to the original building....all they way back to the other side of campus. They tell me that I was in the general vicinity and to go back to a new building. I walk over there and it's locked. I walk back to the other side of campus again. They were nice enough to call and warn them I was on my way. Finally, I got in and got my schedule arranged. I walked to the registrars office to find out that they wouldn't approve my schedule because I didn't get a signature. I head back to the physics department and call them while I am walking so they could let me back in. My professor tells me that I have to go back to the building that was nice enough to call the physics department in the first place. Again, back to the other side of campus. Then back to the registrar.
Of course, my schedule has classes closed! Not only that but there are prerequisites to a prerequisite. Now my schedule is done. Math. English. Done. Phew.