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So I can't register for classes, apparently. My change of major form didn't (?) go through, and so I'm left with Dr. Morrow-King as my advisor, and apparently she hates me, because when I asked for my advising code, she lectured me about not signing up for an advising time and how talking to her in the hall would eventually lead to the thermal death of the universe. I didn't want to be advised, because last time I was advised, I didn't get the classes I wanted, so even though I'll be a sophomore credit-wise next year, I'll still be a freshman class-wise. And you know, that just makes me feel wonderful. So, I signed another goddamned change of major form, and hopefully by the year 2025, I'll be a music education major, on my way to my sophomore year
I'm glad that my educational institution is so lacksidaisical about my education