Surviving Syllabus Week

As the first week of classes comes to a close, I find I am still scrambling for classes.

As far as movie ratings go, three out of four is a solid score, but when it comes to being enrolled in classes, four out of four is pretty much the only way to go. Coming into the semester, I thought it was clear skies as far as my schedule went, only to be thrown a curveball when five minutes after one of my classes started we were already analyzing poems. If I ever became a superhero, my kryptonite would definitely be poetry and it's something I would really rather not be around on a daily basis. Luckily, I found another class that fit perfectly into my schedule, but students are yet to officially drop so after sitting in on a great first class I have to wait until next week to see if I get that spot. By that time, I'll (hopefully) either get into the class and everything will be gravy or I'll be thrown out into the cold and will have missed the first three sessions of any class I can talk my way into.

To avoid this sticky and stressful situation, many other schools go the route of syllabus week, giving students a chance to court various classes and, without falling behind past the point of salvation in a classes, they decide to pick up a couple days in to the semester. While the main con for this system is that it is essentially a wasted week from an academic point of view, the pros might outweigh them if the result was that students could actually get into more satisfactory classes, or even just be given the chance to sit in on an class they might not otherwise have had the time or opportunity to try out.

Oh well, at least D-hall has a new stir fry station and The-Place-That-Used-To-Be Called-Pandini's-But-Now-Has-Names-Too-Cheesy-to-Dignify has a burrito bar, so when I eat my feelings in the coming days, I'll have lots of great options for getting the job done!