Because Going To College Means Never Leaving Your Home

Where have I been, you ask?

No where.  I am a shut-in, a prisoner in my own home. 

I'm supposed to be doing homework

I am being held here against my will by college.  School, school, and more school.  It's summer, you say.  Time to go outside and play.  No!  Summer School.  That's right.  The worst of all school.

I have 10 credits to complete to graduate.  I thought to myself, "I'll do summer classes; graduate in August."  Arrgh!  Why?  What is WRONG with me?

My classes are kicking my booty.  Summer school is NOT easy, damnit.  Tell me professors, why do you need an assignment everyday?  It's like you're trying to squeeze 16 weeks of a normal class into 4 weeks!  You are?  Nooooo....! (dramatic yell)

The $200 incident

I have been quietly freaking out this week and let me tell you why.  I have tried to register several times and cannot.  I have a hold!
  The dreaded hold.  It  can keep you from getting your grades, getting your money, it can even bar you from scratching your butt.  Just kidding, but that's what it feels like.
   Seniors can register this week beginning on the 15th, however, I could not.  I started having Southwest Tech flashbacks.  I could just see me trying to register, my money right there, and them telling me, "Oh, we thought you could register, but you have to take some tests you haven't studied for, draw up a contract in blood, or give us your first born!" or something.

I am kinda attached to the little stinker, so I guess I'll keep him.

      I have been blowing up the phone at UTM's Financial Aid office all week. Monday was when the storming of the castle began.