A senior’s farewell to pre-registration

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Love at first course conflict

Hey,

We’ve finally made it. Tonight, I will set my alarm for 7:55 a.m. so that I’ll be ready for our final moments together. I’ll most likely get out of bed around 7:58 a.m. and bring my laptop back to bed. Or maybe I’ll sleep through the whole thing and miss out on nothing at all.

Do you remember when we first met? Our first interaction will forever remain salient to my identity as a Brown student — it was the first existential crisis that I could properly refer to as an “existential crisis as a college student.” While friends at other schools were registering for their classes for real, I had this weird, uniquely stressful “fake registration” where I could sign up for courses, knowing that these classes could completely change by the time Shopping Period rolled around.

Navigating Banner was weird and overwhelming. I was able to get student opinions on some classes (thanks, Critical Review), but it was still hard to know what was up. Like a total amateur, I used our first experience together to sign up for four entirely uncapped classes. I killed it.

Pre-registration, you’ve seen me at my best. We’ve had many coffee dates together where we’ve casually explored the endless possibilities that come with a Brown education and the phenomenal courses that are offered here. We’ve thrown around the idea of taking classes on the nature of love, and then laughed it off because we’re way too cynical to spend an entire semester taking love seriously. We’ve explored syllabus after syllabus, musing over potential reading lists and topics we’ve always wanted to learn more about. We’ve high-fived over reducing the red conflict boxes from six to one, or sometimes even eliminating them entirely.

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