Registration week hasn’t ended yet but classes have already begun last Friday. And how did the registration go?
Let’s put it in the context of this text message I got:
Magbiro ka na sa lasing at sa bagong gising…
…wag lang sa UP student na kagagaling lang sa enlistment!
So, to put it quite simply, registration was… hmmm, wait, I’m quite at a loss for the proper term here. Was it frustrating? No, it doesn’t justify the blood, sweat and tears we all had to excrete from our systems. Was it discouraging? Oh believe me, it was more than that! Was it disappointing? Enraging?! INFURIATING??!! OH yes, yes, yes!! That’s it!! (Haha, that didn’t sound right)
Let me paint you a picture: deserted hallway, long plastic bench, electric fan whirring by the wall, quiet as nightfall. 6 o’ clock in the morning. Six FREAKING o’ clock in the morning. The only people there were me and my friend Elsie. We were first in line. In fact, we were the only ones in line.
Registration doesn’t start in two hours and in that short span of time the line went from only two people to about 50, stretching the entire length of the Journalism Wing. At half past 8 Ate Raquel came to open the “halls of the journ dept” and everybody just came swooshing in.
After we got our checklists, a problem we didn’t anticipate came rubbing its ugly nose on our foreheads: what do we do next? Surely we’ve been ignoring that HUGE bulletin board stationed in the lobby since time immemorial with all the new registration instructions. Good thing student-turned-registration assistant-turned-bartender Rachel was there to guide us. We were up for advising next.
And yet again, another problem arose: where’s the adviser? He/she was nowhere to be found, and when we asked Rach where the adviser was, we told ourselves we were asking the wrong question when she answered our question. She’s coming. The next question immediately popped up: She? Who’s she? And then we all wished we didn’t come that early in the morning.
So the adviser for that morning, for unfortunately she was merely ‘forced’ to advise because she was the only one present to do the advising, was none other than the PMS-laden, mood-swing creature of the journ department. And you don’t even wanna know who she is. Just think… Pokemon. Haha.
Anyway, the adviser later arrived and everything just went from Mass-Comm fun to being doomed in hell. Apparently the PMS-laden, mood-swing creature of the journ department woke up on the wrong side of the bed, as, according to rumors, she always does. With it came much bitching and berating on the part of the PMS-laden, mood-swing creature of the journ department which sent all of us happy, colorful MassComm people into our own grey nightmare lands.
With that nasty encounter with the PMS-laden, mood-swing creature of the journ department aside, we went on to enlist our remaining subjects. Now here’s the really sucky part. While the online enlistment system saves us from having to jump from one building to another to enlist in our desired subjects, it certainly leaves much much room to be desired. You wanna know why? ‘Cause we didn’t get ANY classes anyway. All subjects were either closed, have only 1 slot with over a thousand demand, or we just didn’t plainly like them. It was like going to school for nothing!
Feeling like a loser waking up in the break of dawn just to be the first in line, we all felt defeated. No wait, another more appropriate term comes to mind: we felt betrayed. Like there was no point of going to school that day. I mean, they could’ve at least left some classes, majors even, open for students to enroll in. I didn’t even get my most coveted Comm Res 101 that day! And that was a major! In MassComm nonetheless!
We ended up trooping to the mall to watch a movie, hoping against hope that on the next days, more classes would open thanks to the petition lists that have been going around. Now here’s the part that I don’t like. I don’t like to be left hanging. I don’t like uncertainties. I don’t like dilemmas. I HATE certainties, as one of my profs last sem said. And with the new system, we put all our hopes in one central system which decides our fate. And, quite frankly, I’m not comfortable giving it to the same central system which didn’t give me any subjects on this sem’s 1st pre-enlistment run.
I like to take matters into my own hands when it comes to registration. With manual enlistment, we get real-time updates on what slots have been filled, what classes have been opened, what subjects are still available, etc. But with the new system, we have to wait for the end of the day for the batch run to finish. I guess this system is okay if there are a lot of classes available for students (like in the Ateneo). But in an institution like U.P. where classes are very much scarce because of the inadequacy of professors available to teach, this system fails miserably especially at first try.
Sigh. I don’t get why it’s always a hit and a miss with UP’s CRS.
The good news is I was able to get all my needed 21 units of testosterone-induced subjects. In the end, as always, I pretty much had no choice. I was aiming for a four-day school week so that I could do other things on the side, but I got six days of school this sem. SIX DAYS. Oh boy. Six days would spell trouble for some of the things I decided to take on last sem. And yes, once again, I’m in very deep shit.
Kasalanan ni GMA ‘to eh! Wahahaha. What a way to rationalize my idiosyncrasies.
*Photo from Elsie