As told by Katie
“Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!”
Those two sentences ran through my mind as I, along with everyone else at Assumption, prepared for the dreaded class registration period.
It’s almost comical that the first thing that comes to mind while registering is a few lines from a pretty morbid (but excellent) book series (because honestly, my life is just a bunch of movie, TV and book quotes).
But as comical as I found it to be, I was also upset that at 7 a.m., as a junior, I was still shut out of a few of my classes. Granted, after most of the English department complained and a section was added, things worked out. But before that, I was nearly in tears as I looked through the catalog to find other classes I could take.
I’m horrible at math, science and foreign languages, so that ruled out a large portion of the classes. And when I looked to my minor for some help, I had already taken many of the classes, or they didn’t seem all that interesting to me.
This led me to the Continuing Education department because they were teaching a class on profiling, something that I’ve dreamed of doing since my junior in high school. I mean, I do have to wait until the beginning of next semester to sign up for it, but it will work out eventually (By “eventually,” I really mean “I hope”).
I’ve decided, begrudgingly, that registration is never going to be easy even when I’m a senior because everyone else is in the same boat as me. Everyone else wants that one class, the only difference being that I need it for my major.
But back to The Hunger Games quote, because it shocked me that I thought registration was anything like being put into an arena to fight for your life (they are also fighting against some young kids), and then put back into another one that worked like a clock and then waging war against the president (don’t worry, I won’t give away spoilers).
It disgusted me that I thought my life was that bad. That registraton was anything remotely close to what Katniss Everdeen had to go through, emotionally and physically. To be honest, when I read the books, I found myself cringing during certain scenes (you go Suzanne Collins, that must’ve been pretty hard to write).
I promise I’m not crazy. I know that the book is a work of fiction and this will most likely never happen in the real world but isn’t it disgusting that those lines were the first few things that came to mind?
Because there was nothing “happy” about being put into an arena to become a killer, and there was nothing “in your favor” as children were forced to beat and stab other children in order to survive.
We weren’t emotionally and physically beaten. We weren’t ripped from our families. We weren’t asked to become murderers. We were asked to wake up a little earlier than normal and try to get into classes that are needed to graduate.
I won’t say registration isn’t frustrating because there have been many times when I’ve wanted to yell at every person in charge because I was shut out of my classes (everyone has been there, right?).
My point is that nothing is ever going to be as bad as killing other children, fictional or not. Registration, as frustrating as it may be, will not amount up to what those characters had to experience.
It will forever be frustrating, but maybe, just maybe, there is a glimmer of hope when we are seniors and they have no choice but to sign us into classes.
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