With an audible exhalation, I ready myself to call my advisor for at least the fifth time. I’m sure she’s sick of my voice, but my many emails and facebook messages haven’t been sufficient.

I know. I should have had this done spring quarter, or at least at the beginning of this one. But in my defense, the dance department doesn’t have all our classes assigned until the second week. We have auditions and if we get into a piece, it goes onto our schedules. I, however, had too many classes before repertory pieces, so adding them has proved particularly difficult. Really, I actually have too many classes. Brace yourself. I have 30 credit hours! It sounds like a ridiculous amount, but it isn’t that bad. At least ten of those hours are just dancing, so no homework.

That’s not my problem, though. My actual issue is that I’m registered for the wrong section of a class—an imaginary section that no longer exists. Where did I find this section? Where did it go? Why am I still in it? I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. But I have to fix it, soon.

So, I’m hoping that this is my last call of the quarter (no more emails, either.) And when it’s fixed, I’ll buy my advisor chocolates for all the trouble I’ve caused (so much trouble.) Ahh, for the first time in my life, I’m a troublemaker! Until then, I’ll be showing up to my imaginary class…