Who actually registers me?

You might be thinking "What has happened to Sara?  She hasn't written anything since Thursday and that was about Wednesday and Tuesday."  Well, I'm pleased to inform you that I have not been stolen or anything, I have mostly been having a lay down for the past few days.

On Thursday, I went again to try to register for classes since the woman that I needed to meet with was gone on Wednesday, if you remember that (the eight flights of stairs to find her office and all).  When I got to the woman's office, she was not there.  She was on her two hour lunch break and wouldn't be back until 2 pm.

So I went off to find literally anyone who could give me a class schedule (or as the internationals would understand it, a "timetable" which I think should be reserved for trains).  I went first to the original man who sent me to the Faculty of Anthropology the day before to ask him for a schedule.  He told me to go to the department.  Not to be swayed this time, I went immediately up the deceptive stairs past the library to the actual department.  There was no one at the secretary's desk, but as I had almost two hours to kill, I figured I'd sit in the chairs there and wait.

As luck would have it, I was actually lucky.  A woman came out of her office, and I asked her for the schedule.  SHE IS THE ONLY PERSON WHO HAS THE SCHEDULE.  And she gave it to me!!!!

I went back to my room then, and found the times for all my classes but one (which is for some reason not on the schedule--but probably no one could tell me the answer to that).  As it stands now, I have class only on Tuesday, Thursday, and one Friday a month.  I suppose that will do for me.

OH also I had to go meet with the French professor to find out about the French class and I just assumed he wouldn't be in his office.  He wasn't.  Buuuuuuut on the way to find his office--which was marked as being in a hallway on which the door said "forbidden, access only registered persons" he came out of the door and I told him I was looking for his office and he was like "I'm right here" and I was like "AWESOME" and I was so excited.  He told me I needed to take this test and that no, his email didn't work and he gave me the new one.

That's when I actually went back to my room.  Sorry for any confusion.  I figured out my class times and got an email from the professor with the link to the test.

After I ate something, I don't remember what, I went back to the university to talk to the woman who was supposed to be able to register me.  She was in her office and I informed her I wanted to register.  She asked my discipline and I told her "Anthropology" and then she said something that I took to mean she didn't know anything about Anthropology and asked if I was Erasmus.  I am not.  I told her my name and she informed me that she did not have a folder on me.

Apparently having a folder is the most important thing ever.  She literally cannot do anything for me, unless she has a folder about it.  I will let you know right now that the French do not use folders.  They use big pieces of construction paper that they wrap around whatever they want to protect and then they complete the idiocy by putting a rubber band around it.  All of this certifies that your papers will be wrinkled, lost, and generally look foolish.

Remember the registrar with important papers on her floor about people getting kicked out this semester that I could literally read?  That is how the French seem to operate.  Luisa informed me that the only time that Germans ever put papers on the floor, or stacked up in any form on a surface, is immediately after people hand in their dissertations.

Germans.  Timetables and clear surfaces.  You know what Aaron always says, "one more surface is just one more place to put things."

Anyways, that's not important.  The biggest problem here is the lack of communication.  When I went to see my original international coordinator two weeks ago, she told me I couldn't register there and that everything would be taken care of at the other campus.  She did not tell me that I needed to inform the other campus and have her send over the documents.  This means, that right now, two days before my classes start, I am waiting for this woman to give permission to the SAME UNIVERSITY for me to register for class so I can give them all the same documents and basically waste my time some more.

You think, well, Sara, just go register with this woman tomorrow.  hahahahhaa you're soooo wrong.  I can't register with this woman because she doesn't do anything.  Literally no things can she do.  I have to go to the administrative woman.  She is gone until Monday.  Registration started on Wednesday for everyone.  Registration ends on Tuesday.  Why did she take (at least) Thursday, Friday, and Monday off??

Then I went home I think.  And probably watched "Whose line is it anyway" on youtube.  You can only really take three days of bingeing that show.  It's not really funny anymore.