When you look up Fairfield in college books, you see something like this: 1) gorgeous people looking like they stepped off the pages of a J.Crew magazine 2) senior housing on the beach and…3) terrifying registration stories.

I’m personally pissed about the new alphabetical order registration lottery. After three years of getting horrible lottery numbers, I thought senior year would be my chance to come out on top. Not so much; the M’s got screwed and I’m going to be stuck with lame classes at lame times, once again.

The worst part about senior year, besides the fact that it can’t last forever, is that we have don’t have another semester to put off those core classes. So underclassmen, don’t freak out when you see us in your science and philosophy classes wearing navy blue Fairfield Beach sweatshirts and reeking of booze.

Registration week is full of anxiety and nerves. It is the worst feeling when you punch in the class you need to take, just to find out it’s already full. Now, your fingers are furiously flipping through the course booklet to find a new section and hopefully get lucky choosing a teacher that you didn’t have time to research online. I’m a firm believer of choosing times before teachers. I mean, you could be on ratemyprofessor.com for hours just to find that they might have the little red hot chili pepper next to their names, but their finals are 35 pages long. There’s no point in wasting your time trying to figure out who will give an easy A.

A few rules to follow: Avoid nasty classroom hangovers. After a Thursday night of drinking, a teacher with a serious case of BO and the toilet in DSB is not a good combo the next morning. If you plan to go big on Tuesday and Thursday nights, avoid Wednesday and Friday morning classes. You will end up skipping them all the time or wake up still drunk and have no chance of understanding anything that will happen during that hour and 15 minutes of academic hell.

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