I am registered at the University. For classes. I even have a username and password for the computer system. Now all I need is a student ID and to pay them–but I suspect they won’t forget to send me the thing about what I owe in tuition, somehow.
This all, of course, took hours, but I have the sweet glowing feeling of accomplishment, and a marginal sense of security that I might not have to ever go through all that again (bli ayin hara, puh puh puh). Plus I have figured out that I can learn a decent amount of Talmud on those long long busrides up to campus, which is also not bad.
Now I am home, and I am tired.