May 17, 2012
Class Registration Date, July 21st.

Pre-med bio demands those classes. College halts you and your deliberate quest. Those classes are full by the week of two. No worries, you can waitlist, it says -waitlister number 20. Glitch! Turns out there are six students under that number. So if by a miracle twenty original students drop the class, then you can have a battle royale with the six glitchees. We’re all willing to fight for our futures.

First day, everybody shows up. That includes every original students registered. That includes the twenty-six from the waitlist. Without a chance, we lose. Without a try, our willingness to fight unneeded, we lose. Losers. Losers. Losers.

Repeat for every class per semester. Repeat for each semester -twice.

With a blink of an eye, you are now a year behind. Straight A student held back by poverty. Straight A student held back by a mere registration date. Straight A student fucked by education.

Did you try? Did you try hard? Did you honestly try your best? Did you honestly, desperately, sincerely try your absolute fucking best until you have completely run out of option?

Still not enough. Try all you want, you’re still running in place.

Run run run but you can’t escape.

Welcome to community college.