Watching waitlists is like watching snails race.
It’s course selection time, and I delightfully ended up on nine waitlists. For me this is a new experience, exempting last semester when my late sign-up for a course resulted in anxious waitlist-watching over the Christmas holiday. (In November I started with little hope at spot 22 on the list and it ended with me snagging the last place in the class a week in to term- talk about cutting it close!) Needless to say, I have thought carefully about which courses I want to take in the coming year and signed up at the stroke of noon on my registration date.
This, of course, was not enough to keep the waitlist monster at bay. The good news is that I’m likely to get in to most, if not all of my classes as there will be a lot of waitlist movement over the coming months and reserved seats will open up. All of my reasoning tells me this, yet I still anxiously watch my student record. It’s quite a spectator sport! Yesterday morning I even moved from spot 13 to 12 on my most dire waitlist, the discovery of which resulted in an enthusiastic air punch.
Happy course selection everyone!
Kaitlyn
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You went from 22 on a waitlist and got in a class? Wow. I had no idea things moved along that much.
ReplyDeleteI'm actually still very astonished that I got in to that class- even the prof had told me that I had almost no chance of getting in, given that it was also a class of fifteen.
ReplyDelete22nd on a waitlist for a 15 person class? And you got in? Wow. That is crazy.
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