Registration day

I was so freaked out when I got my queue number.
0338.
And that meant that I still had about a hundred impatient undergraduates waiting for registration ahead of me. Thank God, I found a schoolmate whom I was on talking terms with to share that short span of loneliness, because the system seemed ironically speedy. 15 minutes on, I was pacing towards the exit. Thumbs up for the miraculously fast process, I’d say.

Plus, I freaked my colleague out by coming into the office with purple nails and my glasses missing. His exclamation made it sound like an unpardonable crime for me to ever don contact lens again. So I’m going to put it on again tomorrow. Muahaha…