University of Louisiana Monroe - Chacahoula Yearbook (Monroe, LA)

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Student-n-General has determined registration hazardous to your health! ee. at e- ; @-:- e- ee. eect There were people, people, and more people, pouring and gushing through the coliseum. There was table after table listing every course possible. It was awful—people were shoving, pushing, and screaming and that was just to get to the bathroom. At one table I saw two girls tearing at each other for the last opening in Social Etiquette. There were class time schedules strewn all over the floor. I presume they were thrown down by students driven insane by the entire registration process. One by one I added classes to my schedule, frantically running from one table to another looking for another MWF course opening. “I’ve got a couple of openings in Speech 101 at 10 a.m.”, the professor stated. Billy Heckford “ll take it!” I screamed, diving for on of the remaining cards. An hour and several hundred gray hai later, everything was Scheduled except fo! one class, math. “Sorry, all the Math 101’s are full. Ma) if you join the line to your right we'll have enough people for another section.” It was then I realized why the math classes were full; it was a university plot You see, if we didn’t learn any math, wi couldn’t figure out if they took extra cas | out of our tuition payments. I was almo: positive I was about to die of old age by | the time the lady behind the table starte | signing up a new section of Math 101. (Continued on 364)

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From the moment I drove on campus the day of registration I had my doubts about college life; maybe, it was the dazed look I saw on the faces of the just-registered freshmen who clutched class schedules and payment receipts with white knuckles. As always, the “G’s” are the last group to register and I walked lead-footed toward Brown Stadium. I had this strange urge to kick myself for missing “PREP.” Yep! I thought back on the wonderful summer; I was a newly graduated high schooler who knew everything there was to know. I figured that I, a 1980 grad, could handle the hassle of college alone. But then as I moved across the campus, I reali zed the long arm of higher education had reached out and slapped me back in the lowly position of a freshman. I took a good look at my campus map to make sure I was heading in the right direction. I knew if I didn’t, I might end up trying to register in the stadium shower room. After a few comparisons of the map with my surroundings, I saw it, Brown Gymnasium in all its glory. As I reached the building, I noticed quite a crowd filling up the lobby with the excess congregated on the front steps. I never realized there were so many “G’s Then, with a creak, the doors leading to the gymnasium court were opened and Mass Confusion Starts Semester Ron Moore people began pouring in for a mad grab at their packets. After I left the mob scene with my packet in hand, I removed the paper from my back pocket with the registration schedule on it. According to it, my next step was to visit my counselor. Only I had one slight problem—I hadn‘t picked a major so how in the world was I supposed to have a counselor? At first I thought I’d just jot down an assumed name on the counselor’s signature line and put down any course I chose to take, but I realized the administration would probably figure ; everything out by midterm. So I did the Satire only logical thing, I shut my eyes and by let my finger drop somewhere on the Bill Golliher list of majors. It fell between “Fashion Merchandising” and “Radio and Television Management”; I figured I’d better stick with the latter since I cant tell the difference between Calvin Klein jeans and K-Mart Denims. I set out for Brown Hall to sign up for my newly found major. Well it wasn’t long after that that I left Brown a little wiser in the ways of college life and clinging to what my friendly counselor referred to as a tentative schedule. If I thought Brown Gym was bad, I must have had a terrified look on my face as I walked into Ewing Coliseum. Erick Brubaker picks up his registration cards. (continued on 20) Registration 19

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Billy Heckford Billy Heckford ‘Billy Heckford Picking up your packet is the first step to registration. Getting cards for classes is a long process which can often cause severe headaches. Waiting in line requires a lot of patience and perseverance. The last step to the nervous breakdown is the Bookstore. Mass confusion once again. Billy Heckford — Registration 21 0 ee