This morning, juniors, green class of 2013, either breathed a sigh of relief, pulled their hair out in frustration or slept soundly without the worry of early morning registration.
We registered for classes for the Spring semester at 8 a.m. this morning. While I find that I am a master of creating schedules, alternate schedules and alternate alternate schedules, on the off-chance I cannot get my first choice of classes, some departments do in fact fill up quickly when seniors register. My dining hall was filled with early rising breakfasters and some disgruntled juniors who did not get their classes. From what I overheard it seems that psych and econ were the tough classes to get into.
Quite honestly the only advice I have for registration is to be an English major. I have found that our professors are more than happy to stuff a classroom with eager literature learners. There’s something about 20 students crowding around a wooden table that makes Victorian poetry more exciting. I had the chance to experience it first hand last semester.
The English department has a magical way of accommodating a large number of students while still keeping the classes intimate. In my experience even large classes are not taught in lecture halls and my professors always know my name. My favorite English classes have actually been taught by Wellesley alumnae in the department.
Prior to registration, I attended an English department meet and greet luncheon to help determine my classes for next semester. I often have a problem where everything looks interesting, so I can’t decide what to take. This is how I’m ending up with five classes in both the Fall and Spring semesters.
To shake up my schedule I also looked at literature classes outside of the English and Africana Studies departments. I will be taking a seminar called Desire from Dante to Milton taught by the Medieval/Renaissance studies department. Of course, I’m also taking a Medieval literature seminar in the English department to maintain loyalty.
Friends of mine in the junior class who slept in this morning will be going abroad next semester and did not have to worry about Wellesley classes. I also had friends registering from Africa to Ireland for when they come back from abroard.
This vintage postcard is of Founder’s Hall, home to the English department and most of my classes. If the image brings wafts of yellow pages and old books, you’re practically there. The interior looks like a castle and smells like a library. Now if the English department moved it’s 8:30 a.m. classes to 9, I might be able to call it heaven.