Have you ever planned for something in such detail that part of your brain assumes that you’ve actually done it, but then you find out, a week after you were supposed to have done that thing, that you didn’t actually do it, and then are completely surprised and horrified, have a wicked panic attack, cry a million rivers, and then have to come up with a new plan in about five minutes?

I thought I registered for the fall semester last Tuesday. But I didn’t.

I just registered a few minutes ago. Now I have to go to Mt. Holyoke on Saturdays for one of my required courses, and I have to take a different elective than I wanted. Luckily, I found classes that would meet my requirements, but I really, REALLY, wanted a particular course with a particular instructor.

I feel so stupid. And a little freaked out that my brain totally invented something that didn’t actually happen. I think my brain created a memory of having already registered, because I had gone online and selected my classes in preparation for registering. I’m so angry at myself for having done something so completely stupid. Argh.

Oh, well. Nothing I can do about it now. No use crying over spilled courses.

UPDATE: I am now registered for the main campus section of one of my classes, so I don’t have to go out to the Wild West every Saturday next fall. Thank goodness for waitlists Though, I doubt I’ll be allowed in the other waitlisted course, since I’m number twelve in the queue.