This week marks the intersection of Columbia's two most stressful rites of passage—picking housing and registering for classes. This morning I discretely copied and pasted call numbers into the SSOL portal while attempting to appear engaged in lecture. After clinching my anthro, poli sci, and calc classes, I entered my final code—51601—that of a business class called Strategy Formulation.
Though I should have felt elated that I had made it into my ideal set of classes, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of, well, dirtiness.
