This is what my morning looked like:
Climb six flights of Mayan Temple of Doom stairs to the international office in the Student Union.
Be told that if I want to sign up for classes, I have to go directly to the departments.
Descend six flights of Mayan Temple of Doom stairs. Walk a few blocks. Waylay a few Brits. Find my way to the John Percival building (I must say, they spoil their humanities students here. John Percival might not be one of the neoclassical palaces on campus, but the odds of being assassinated by a falling ceiling tile are significantly lower than in Buchanan.)
After some pinballing back and forth between the History and English departments, I managed to arrange my schedule as follows:
Monday: Welsh Mythology and Culture (because I’m a nut for this stuff)
Tuesday: FREE (just kidding—probably homework day)
Wednesday: Cleopatra and Her World (will be very helpful for my current alternate-history writing project)
Thursday: Modern Welsh Literature (didn’t want this one, but at least it takes care of my lit requirement for UBC)
Friday: Creative Writing: Microfiction (wheeeee!)
I would’ve loved to have a three-day weekend every weekend, but at least I got all my first or second-choice classes. (And more importantly, managed to shed Chivalry and Subversion in Medieval Literature, because I prefer my Old English in smaller doses.)