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Show The story of registration begins in the early morning hours, when we trot off to library hallways, over campus green to make sure of classes for the approaching quarter. Registration is an exciting ordeal not soon to be forgotten. Through holocausts of crowds and confusing circumstances, we manage to survive with a minimum of hurt pride and agitated nerves. We are glad it comes but a few times a year - for, in all the rush of things, that every quarter brings, there is probably nothing more eagerly looked forward to than the onslaught of registration. Bruised and tired, the contemplative and confused, we remember registration day as a fond memory of college life. "Yes, uh huh. You go down the north hallway, turn to your right, and the first door on your left . . . and good luck!" etjtetration Holocaust or mass confusion - whatever you choose to call it - registration day posed many problems in selecting classes. We were constantly in a dilemma when it came to the pro-cess of planning; many consultations with friends was result. |