KILROY: ASB madness

It’s 9:55 am, and I’ve already managed to piss off a room full of people. Scratch that. I shouldn’t count the girl whose butt I pulled out of bed at 7:58 am (two minutes before the Alternative Spring Break registration “went live”). If it wasn’t for me, at 8 a.m. she’d still have had her face buried in her pillow. Scratch that. Because of technological difficulties, ASB registration didn’t go live at 8. Meaning, if it wasn’t for me, my friend would probably still be catching ZZZs with both of our ASB spots still available.

So I guess I really did piss off an entire room of people this morning. Go me.

Let’s review:

7:20 am: Alarm 1 goes off.

Ah, there’s 40 minutes. Resume sleeping.

7:25 am: Alarm 2 goes off.

I should really get out of bed. Remember there’s still Alarm 3, 4, and 5. Resume sleeping.

7:30 a.m: Alarm 3 goes off.

I’m up, I’m up, I’m up.

7:32 a.m: Mosey up to Floor 6. Knock on friend’s door. Friend answers door. Wrong friend. The friend who should be awake still has her face plastered to her pillow.

If you didn’t catch it before, I pissed off an entire suite this morning.

7:35 am: ASB friend is still in bed. Consider waking her up. Instead, retrieve her laptop from under a pile of Apples to Apples cards. Pull up Community Service Center’s website. Put laptop on desk with screen positioned inches from her face.

7:36: a.m. Commence pinteresting on own computer.

7:50 a.m: Exasperated sighs escape from pissed off suitemate #1.

7:53 a.m. Log off Pinterest. Refresh CSC homepage from own computer. Hey, you never know.

7:55 a.m: Tell ASB friend to get herself together because the site “goes live” in 5 minutes.

7:58 a.m: Position ASB friend’s laptop on her lap. Pray that the fact that she’s now sitting up means that she’s conscious.

7:59 a.m: Refresh CSC’s homepage. Refresh, refresh, refresh.

8:00 a.m:  Refresh, refresh, refresh. Warning appears. Servers are overloaded. Commence freak out #1.

8:01 a.m: Log onto Facebook. See that other prospective ASB volunteers are unleashing their WebReg frustration via the social networking website.

8:05 a.m: Read that some students have accessed the registration link. Commence freak out #2.

8:06 a.m: Have the girl you pulled out of bed tell you that she is one the kids who accessed the link. Continue to freak out.

8:07 a.m: Suitemate #2 starts to stir.

8:10 a.m: False alarm. Learn that all those kids you thought were “in” had their submissions time-out.

8:30-9:50 a.m. CSC issues series of obscure statements. Waiting time is indefinite. Groggy suitemate #2 issues her own series of obscure statements. Learn that hers are directed at you.

9:54 a.m. CSC moves registration time to 7 p.m.

Remember that time when BU juniors and seniors couldn’t register for their spring classes because of problems with the server? It was chaos. Computers were smashed, lives were torn apart, and their registration times were pushed back a week.

This isn’t like that. This is much more devastating.

This is ASB.

Ask any CSC kid what those three letters mean and you invite the following: A dropped jaw and a squeaky monologue on how ASB was the best nine days of the kid’s life.

Now I suppose that in the true spirit of ASB I should move past the negative aspects of this morning and instead, focus on the positives. While I might not have successfully registered for a trip, within two hours I did manage to piss off three of my closest friends. If that’s not productive behavior I don’t know what is. I’m kidding. I love them to death and thank them for putting up with my freak-outs.

Here are four more positive remarks on this morning:

In Meaghan Kilroy world, Saturday and Sunday mornings don’t usually exist – that’s what happens when you sleep past noon – so the fact that I pulled myself and another person of bed before 8 a.m. is a miracle.

Second, some time between 7:36 and 7:53 a.m. I came across a Pinterest video that taught me how to make a fishtail braid – it’s easier than you think!

Another miracle that took place this morning: while I didn’t make it to Fitrec, my index finger got some serious exercise. It’s much more muscular after hitting that refresh button for two hours. Success.

And finally, the BU community now realizes that it should never require its students to register for anything on a Sunday morning. Already irritable college students become that much more irritable when you stick technological puzzles on them at 8 a.m. Scratch that, BU should never ask its students to do anything before noon any day of the week, but that’s a story for another column.

Meaghan Kilroy is a sophomore in the College of Communication and a weekly columnist for the Daily Free Press. She can be reached at kilroy meg@hotmail.com