so i was supposed to register for next semester’s classes on friday at 8 am. i’ve been having such a busy week, i’ve hardly slept at all. well, to be brutally honest, most of it was just due to my utter lack of time management. i was supposed to do things over the weekend that i didn’t, and everything just got pushed back, such that i was really just doing homework the nights before they were due. and of course, according to our favorite murphy and his (or is it her) law, everything that could mess up messed up, and i spent hours working on something that should have taken me less than half that time. in other words, i hardly slept all week and was a walking zombie. and i sure looked and felt shitty too. in the words of my darling friend anthony, i was a “train wreck”.
on thursday night i spent a couple of hours pouring over the online registration page, deciding on my classes, and writing everything down. “all set!” i thought, and looked at the time. it was like, 3 am, and i was about to faint from physical exhaustion. i contemplated going to sleep because my bed and blankets were looking rather delicious, but i knew that if i had gone to bed, i would NOT wake up at 8 o’clock to register and get into the classes i wanted.
so i did what every crazy idiot would do (don’t try this, kids): i stayed up all night. la-di-da-di-da. doing nothing. so what, right? well like i said, i hadn’t slept in days. well yeah i wanted to get some work done, but seriously, my brain was not having it. it was shutting down, just like my eyes were, so i just sat around and watched x japan’s yoshiki videos on youtube. (yoshiki is so damn cute i can’t take it. sorry takuya, but i’m having a huge affair with yoshiki now. ooh! but don’t worry you’re still my one and only true love.) i had never heard him speak english before, and it was only after this youtube-ing episode that i watched videos of interviews that he had given in english. he’s much better than i thought!! well he should obviously be fluent enough after living in los angeles for 10 years eh? he still speaks very much in japanese-english though. it’s hard to explain but they have their own accent. and excuse me, why didn’t anyone tell me he had a myspace page??? and he actually writes a blog too, for his own myspace as well as violet uk’s. oh my god the way he writes is so cute. the best thing? he personally views each comment before they are published. (which also explains why the comments on recent entries are “0″, because it’s taking him months to go through hundreds of comments for each post.)
i gushed to my friend about yoshiki the other day, and she’s no fan of all these japan bands that i love. (and to all you haters, i’m really not a teenybopper but when it comes to smap and x japan, i’ll become a groupie if i could. pffffffffffft!!! *major wahahas*) she took one look at this video of yoshiki that i showed her, and she was like, “wait. isn’t he really similar to that other guy you like?”
and i’m like, “his name is takuya and whaddya meeeean? what are you talking about? are they?”
“honey, they speak the same way they act the same way they smile and laugh the same way and they look like twins when they have sunglasses on. maybe you just like their noses and cheekbones. and maybe you just like it that they are so passionate about something.”
wow. i felt like i had been to some quickie drive-thru guru or holy psychic mind-reader, who pointed out in simple words exactly what i like in guys!! i wanted to pay her 10 dollars. but of course, friends shouldn’t pay friends. services like that within friends are for free!!! hahaha.
erm, strayed too far from my topic.
well i youtube-d yoshiki all night, and spent a few hours smiling like an idiot at my computer screen. at about 7:45 my roommate’s alarm started going off (she’s from parsons and had to register too), so i took a final look at all the classes i wanted to get.
at 7:59 i tried logging into the registration page. “you are not permitted to register at this time.” said the system. “ok fine, so i was a minute early,” i thought. i tried again at 8:00. at 8:01, at 8:02, and about 47 times at 8:03.
WHAT THE HELL WHAT’S UP WITH THIS PAGE!!!!
i walk over to my roommate’s room and ask her if she’s managed to log in. “yeah i’m in but like all the classes i want are already filled up.”
“WHAT!!! i can’t even log in!! ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
i went and dug through my mountain of random papers, and found the number to call up the registrar’s office. when i called them, and complained that i can’t log into the system and theybettergetmeinthereasapbecause *gasp* idon’twannagetintosomelousyclasswithlousyteachers, guess what the woman told me?
“the system says you’re not permitted to register at this time.”
HELLO WOMAN, I TOLD YOU THAT!
she wanted me to call up my fashion advisors and have them call her again to fix the problem, because they had to be the ones to give her the go-ahead and let me register. “why can’t you call them directly and speak with them on the phone?!!??!”
i was nearly yelling.
“i can’t do that ma’am.”
“HUH?!?!?!? why not?!?!?! that’s just pointless and makes absolutely NO sense. i’m losing out on precious minutes here.”
“so you should put the phone down and call them as soon as possible ma’am.”
i realized obviously that i was talking to a friggin’ bafoon (is there such a word?? it’s a mix between a baboon and a fool. i like this word. i just came up with it while typing. because she really was a fucking bafoon.) so i went “WHATEVER!!” and hung up on her, and tried calling my advisors in the fashion campus.
the head advisor didn’t pick up the phone. but i got over that quickly since she never helps anyone anyway. i didn’t know the extension for my other advisor but managed to get to her through the voice activated machines. i told her my problem and she said that she will have to call the registrar’s office, let them fix me up, then they’ll call her back, and she’ll em
ail me the moment she gets the phone call.
“b, b, b, bu, but how long’s that going to take!?!?” i was boiling so much i started to stutter.
“i don’t have control over the system so that’s the route we’ll have to go.”
“ok but please hurry because my roommate’s telling me that the classes are filling up really fast.”
“don’t worry because there are enough classes for everyone.”
“that’s not the point. the whole reason everyone’s rushing in to register at 8 am is because there ARE preferred classes, and i’m not getting anything i want even though i tried to register on time, and it’s not even my fault! someone on the school’s side messed my system up and i don’t see why i need to pay for it.”
“….well let me just call them and we’ll try to hurry this process.”
i know she is actually a really nice advisor. but seriously, this is NOT the first time that the parsons administration people have fucked up big time. i mean, they fucked up before i even entered the school. i am learning a lot in that school and (most) of my teachers are really imparting a lot of knowledge and skills to me which i totally appreciate. (although the key word is, “most“.) but for god’s sakes, someone needs to take all these admin people by the toes and hang them upside down so that blood will hopefully rush to their brains and start up those rusty machines in there.
it’s terrible and i know i’m not the only one bitching about them, although i bitch quite a lot at any chance i have. UGH!!!!!
i couldn’t take it because my head was pounding, so i went to lie down and set alarms on my iphone like, seriously, every 15 minutes. just so i keep myself at a half-awake mode and not fall into deep sleep ala sleeping beauty, and wake up a century or two later.
i received an email from my advisor at 9:39 am.
i’m not the greatest person on technological stuff, but i’m not that daft either. how long does it take to locate my name in their system, especially when no one else has my name and they already know my student id? how long does it take to check a few boxes like “allow student to register for fall 2008?” and click a few mouses? does it reeeeeeally take more than an hour?
i could have baked an entire pie in that time, ok. not that i bake pies, but i could have!
and of course, all the classes i wanted were filled and the sections were closed, and i had to settle for classes that were not my initial preferred classes.
i hate them hate them hate them.
when you’re operating a university as big as the new school is, and a school as old and as famous as parsons is, you really have to get your act together. don’t bitch to us about our attendance and about how we should do this and that, when as a university, you mess things up yourself. the only reason why this school is fabulous is because of its teachers. as for all the administration, it’s a pity that those who really try hard aren’t getting praised, because there are bigger idiots who mess things up so big all the time it’s hard to even realize their good moments. i don’t know why my parents are paying US 40 grand a year for fees when we have idiots like that running the school. where the hell is my money going to??? why can’t we even get decent irons that work properly? how much is a freakin professional iron? i don’t want some lousy 300 dollar piece of crap that at-home seamstresses can buy. did you guys watch one of the later episodes of project runway in season 4, i think it was when roberto cavalli was guest judge, when jillian was panicking about not finishing her dress on time, and she got fed up with the irons in parsons? i remembered watching her curse at those stupid things and i remember saying, “YES!!! EXACTLY!!! thank you!”
plus, they send out emails telling us to vote for some student senate, and some other email about a competition on “what would you do if you had $2000 to spend?” or some amount like that. well how about updating the machines in school?
it’s disgusting and i’m dumbfounded. flabbergasted. i don’t even wanna compare it to bunka because bunka‘s facilities were top-notch and amazing. parsons should be ashamed of themselves. and they should really take a trip to tokyo and have a look at how great the amenities are there. HMPH! with a capital H!
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