Wow, what a tiring day! I've been out and about nonstop the whole day, and now I'm facing a complete backlash: my body's rebelling against me.

Today was the day for my readmission procedure. That's a handy little euphemism for institutionalised physical and psychological inflicted upon students by a cruel and apathetic administration. I spent the whole damn day running from office to office, counter to counter, in search of forms, permission slips, fee receipts, and what-not. It did not help that my campus is the size of a small city.

When eventually I did get my form, I had to fill in the same boring stuff six times over, because 'form' here means a set of six paper folios stapled together, all exact copies of each other but each meant for a different department. When, eventually, I filled it all in, I had to get it signed from my teacher, my course super and my chairperson. Only then was I eligible to pay the fees.

I'm back at home on, but I'm frightened at the realization that this is just Part 1. Monday will see me in the mad rush for signing up for optional courses, as well as depositing the appropriate forms in the appropriate place.

Please. Pray for our souls.

Isn't there a fear emoticon here? I'm missing it right now.