The Phase I 10.5 units cap is just NOT enough, and what the class above me will never experience is the Phase II 16 units cap with all the budget / class cuts. For the longest time I've been rejected even from the waitlist of my most needed class and am currently waitlisted for a back-up class and waitlisted to a back-up FOR that back-up. ugh. What's the worst is when I let my mind make larger inferences from not getting the classes I need... "If i don't get this class, I won't fulfill the reqs i need for grad school, which means I will have to spend money for extension and will have to wait another year or two before I get a job, and if I don't get a job, I won't be happy and I won't get married!" .... I'm kidding about the married part.
So telebears is really a game of the mind for me.
BUT. despite this ordeal of class / grad school / career / LIFE planning (not really),
I get this disgusting pleasure of playing around with telebears. I love checking if seats are open, I love looking through schedule of classes for the 100th time, I love designing my future weekly schedule, I love researching alternative classes that I could take over and over again, I love considering minors (when I never will), I love looking into different careers, and I LOVE SEEING MY POSITION drop from 13 to 5 for a waitlisted class.
am I planner/gambler at heart? Maybe I AM a creature of habit.
Is this one of those disgusting, painful things that us guys get a weird sense of satisfaction in? .. like smell their corny feet, eat siracha in water, punch each other in painful places, etc.
My theory: I think I'm just retarded and mildly OCD.
*This post is dedicated to Estera, who couldn't apply for nursing school cuz she didn't get into IB 131 her senior year. (PHP!)*
