It was 1990. Everything you did was on paper. I had to mail in my desired class schedule and got zero classes so I had to wander (pardon the fuck out of my early morning typo) around with a bunch of paper add slips trying to get classes.
So very much not in a fucking mood for pedants right now.
Graduated high school with the believe that the US was a perfect, infallible nation.
Got to college. Couldn’t get any classes. Wondered into a history class in attempt to get a class, any class.
Was blown away. Ended up getting a history degree and becoming considerably more cynical and jaded about the whole thing.
*** Wandered professor. You got to college and weren’t able to register for any classes?
It was 1990. Everything you did was on paper. I had to mail in my desired class schedule and got zero classes so I had to wander (pardon the fuck out of my early morning typo) around with a bunch of paper add slips trying to get classes.
So very much not in a fucking mood for pedants right now.