I have always thought that enrollment in big universities were supposed to be a breeze. Well, at least that was what I thought up until yesterday. See, I have submitted myself for yet more torture to pursue higher education by taking up graduate studies (somehow saying that does not still feel quite right, LOL!) I was officially enrolled yesterday in the country’s catholic university.
It was almost going well up until step 3 where I am supposed to have my subjects encoded that it all went crazy. Apparently, the oracle system was eating my record, refusing to accept me as a new student, but what was appearing from the registrar was that I am an old student from the conservatory of music!
But instead of transforming into a decepticon, when the clerk asked me about it I just could not help but laugh a hearty one, because of all errors in the world, me in the conservatory of music was just hilarious – I am born tone deaf. Major LOL!
When I told Sir Job and Echo , my wonderful, wonderful friends who were with me yesterday (thank you very much for looking after me!) they also burst out laughing!
For what it was worth, at least for a day I was a music goddess. But still, please don’t ask me to sing.