Portugal, Discount Stores, And Everything In Between

November 11, 1997

By Morgan Carlson

Unfortunately, the pickiness of certain financial aid people has forced
me to do a little homework here and there:
"Mr. Carlson, a GPA of at least 3.0 is required to keep your scholarships."
"You were serious about that?!?!?"
"And, Mr. Carlson, certain scholarships, such as the Native Mexican
Volleyballer's Award and the Future Meterologists Grant, are coming under
question by the government."
"Que pasa?"
Now, I'm being forced to look up stuff about Portugal for a School of
Communications project. (Portugal? Communication? Don't ask.) It's
all very frustrating. Homework can only diminish the quality of my
writing.
Actually, now that I think of it, the writing is rather fucking up my
homework skills.
Well, in the interests of flunking my ass, here's a little rant about
our least favorite time of the year - registration!
Personally, I have never spoken to my current advisor. The secretary
in Dempster is more than happy to sign my registration form anyway,
regardless of whether or not she has any actual authority. I'm pretty
sure I could have one of the cafeteria ladies sign it and have it accepted
by financial aid; as long as there IS a signature, you're clean.
"Hey, could you sign this? My advisor is booked until next week!"
"Pickles? Chips?"
Of course, choosing the classes first is even harder. Here are some
recommended courses to fill out your schedule:
- Basic Candlemaking
- Cobbling 101: European Style
- Mix Tape Editing (Rock and/or Rap - Can They Be Mixed?)
- RC Studies - The Lesser Cola
Education - it's my life.
- Morgan -

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