Thursday, November 6, 2014

Enrollment Poem

A minute to seven;
The air is tense
As registration doth commence
Clicking swiftly o'er and o'er
The courses wished to enroll for

The hour strikes
The button's pressed
Loud ring the cries of those whose timing
Messed up all their schedule from the top
At least there still is add/drop/swap

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