Eight flights of stairs and not a person has a schedule

So my intensive French course ended on Tuesday, and thus Wednesday was spent attempting to register to my campus--which was supposed to have opened on Tuesday morning for registration.

I first followed the registration signs which took me [up some stairs and] to a secretary man for the Department of Human Sciences.  I asked him where the anthropology secretary was and he informed me that the Department of Anthropology was actually upstairs across from the library.  I attempted to go up the first flight of stairs, but that was incorrect and took me absolutely nowhere, and I now had to go two flights back down.

I walked across the campus to the next building (they're probably about as far apart as Wartburg's) and went up those stairs to find the Anthropology's office, but haha that was the "Faculty of Anthropology" and duh the secretary isn't there. So that's up and down one more flight of stairs.

Then I asked a man where the library was.  It was up a flight of stairs btw.  ANNNND they're really weird stairs where the height of the stairwell changes as you're going up and it's really confusing for your legs because at the top of the stairs you're trying to take the same size of step and then you look like a fool for raising your leg so high up.  I did find the Anthropology secretary up there (and this is where I had gone wrong all along) because she turned out to not be the woman I was looking for.  I needed a specific secretary that is not even a secretary at all.  Luckily, her office was in the same building and so I went immediately to it.  She was gone that day.  UGH.

At this point, I was like, "I'm just going to ask for what I need, which is a SCHEDULE OF CLASS TIMES SO I CAN PICK THEM OUT WHY DOESN'T THIS EXIST???"

I asked the secretary.  She doesn't have a schedule.  It makes no sense to me.  Why wouldn't you have a schedule?

So then I walked back down the devious little stairs and went to the welcome desk thinking maybe they have schedules because I would certainly feel more welcomed in this university if I had a schedule.

I ask the welcome man "Do you have a schedule of all the classes for Anthropology?"  and he was like "Are you German?"  and I was like "No, from the United States."  And then he sang me a song.

It went "AMERICAAAAA AMERICCCCAAAA, AAAAAAMMMMEEERRRRIIIICCCAAAAA" and I don't know why he did that because I just wanted an answer to my question and he is not American and so I'm offended by his patriotism.

He didn't have a schedule.

Defeated, I went home and pretended that I could actually do something with my registration.

Then Yanis wanted to go out for a drink so I agreed #friends.  I don't know any drink names and you don't need to know anything else about that story because it's embarrassing.  You can ask Madison.  He smoked like three cigarettes while we were at the patio thingy for an hour and a half which makes me wonder how many cigarettes he smokes in a day?

Because we were over on the other side of the square, after he left I went and bought a chich taouk and I ate it.  It was amazing.  Best decision.