Schooled at School

 

At a recent visit to the University, the middle aged returning student who shall remain nameless thought, “I know. I’ll enroll in a class.”

Between the seemingly endless application process, the cumbersome registration, the tedious enrollment, the demanding username rules, the excruciating password requirements, and the mountain of unimaginable fees, it was a four hour exercise of exhausting on-line futility.

UNTIL he finally talked to a real person.

It was only then he was able to cut to the chase and actually “enroll in a class”.

Relieved, he turned to leave, and asked, “Okay, who do I pay?”

“Oh, you can’t pay yet. Some forms will have to be filled out online.”

He exited the administration building demanding three credit hours just for signing up for school.