Mad Libs

November 12, 2010 - Cassie Dinges - Community Editor

As citizens in a ____________ (noun) saturated world, I should have known that no good can come when the ____________ (noun) strikes midnight. Why would registration at William Jewell College be any different?

I __________(verb, past tense) my advising meeting. __________ (advisor’s name) was ___________ (adverb) charming, and oh so ______________ (adjective). As per usual, we __________ (verb, past tense) what classes I should take, their opinion being based on meeting curriculum, mine being anything to avoid that _________(adjective) 7:45 a.m. time slot.

_____________(number) minutes before midnight, I pulled out my laptop and ____________(verb, past tense) my lucky __________(noun). My friend, _____________ (name of a friend) said that it helped them get a slot in ___________ (CTI course) and I am __________ (adjective) to get the ____________(number) hours I need!

My eyes poised on the screen, my fingers equipped with the agility of the stealthiest ninja.  As the minutes __________ (verb, past tense), I typed _________(adverb) to try and log-in to MyJewell web advisor. I began to get ____________ (emotion), as I stared __________(adverb) at my screen in disbelief. A whole _____________ (number) minutes had gone by, and loading bar seemed frozen.

Finally, my computer managed to __________ (verb) at spot on the registration screen. The screen with the little blue “submit” button, the _________ (noun) of my existence. Every joint in my body tense, I ____________ (verb, past tense) for my moment to arrive. The moment of victory over all others, the moment where I could look into the face of my peers and yell, “_____________ (interjection)!”

I heard the clock chime, and my finger ____________ (verb, past tense) the button faster than what I had thought was possible. Breath held, I stared at the _____________ (adjective) screen. Then, tragedy struck: a little white screen delivering the ____________ (adjective) message of a failed Internet connection. Arms extended to the heavens, I cried out, “_____________ (interjection)!”

To make a long story short, that’s how I came to be enrolled in “Finding Your Inner ________(noun) 101.” This is a true story of a registration gone wrong. I thought it could never happen to me. I wish the first-years good luck. Come the time to register for next semester, I ___________ (verb, future tense) WiFi from McDonald’s as I get the _________ (adjective) schedule. I will be smirking between bites of my celebratory McRib sandwich.