The Requiem For A Dream soundtrack plays in the background. Your body trembling, you sink to your knees. A shadow casts across your fallen face. You clench your fists, lift your head, and, with the urgency and grief of the end of all things, you cry out: "I will find youuuuuuuuuu!" (The camera pans to your outstretched arm, reaching into the darkness. Close up on your fingertips grasping at nothing.) Your cry echoes; fade to black. End scene.
Yes, that's right! Today we pick classes! Maybe you're down about finding the right schedule. But do not despair! There are scarier things.
