Pleasing the Registration Gods

Hello to you, my hyper-cephalized companion!

Although the prospect of a full night's sleep (or a full night's partying) during Thanksgiving break looms in the subconscious of all the student drones on my campus, there is an unsaid presence among their fragile minds.  It sneaks around corners, whispers its name on the wind, and only shows glimpses of its face in periodic reminder emails.  Then, when you're least expecting it----BOOM.  It hits you harder than Charlie Sheen hits a hooker and fucks you in the ass before you have a second to protest.  The name of this ghoul, my fellow dweebs, is REGISTRATION.

Think we shall get into Anatomy, do we?  Go ahead, my pretty.

We've all been there before, and freshman, if you haven't had this unfortunate experience, your karma says that you're MORE THAN DUE for it.