He had just accepted his admission to Western University, and although he was in complete oblivion at the time, his life awaited a miracle.
One rosy dawn in June, the Sun imparted its brilliance and woke him thus. Angels descended from the heavens, holding his computer that had been impregnated by the Western gods. This was the virgin birth of Draft My Schedule.
“Youngling, this life as you have lived it and continue to live must see a change,” declared the angels harmonically, “You are no longer in high school, and you must stand responsible for your own course enrollments. Use this godly gadget and create a draft before it’s too late.”
The youngling was a conscientious student and appreciated the gesture. He stood tall, took a deep breath, and replied, “Thank you, my dear friends. Please send the gods my praises and tell them I have never witnessed anything more divine.”
There was still a month until his enrollment day, but he began drafting immediately after the angels’ departure. He created what he was confident to be the most perfect timetable: back-to-back classes from 8:30 in the morning until 1:30 in the afternoon for three days a week, with Fridays off and Thursdays dedicated to labs.
Weeks peacefully went by, and it was finally the night before his enrollment day. That evening, the boy entered the course codes for his desired classes onto Student Centre, so he could simply click on Enroll when his slot opened at 11:30 AM.
After a good night’s rest, he woke up at 11:20 AM and logged onto his account. At precisely 11:30 AM, he clicked on Enroll and was shocked to see that his enrollment failed for all but his 8:30 AM classes. The rest were full.
“How can this be?” he cried aloud.
Matters were made worse when he discovered that his buddy, who didn’t even know Draft My Schedule existed, had successfully enrolled in all his classes one hour earlier.
He gnashed his teeth and began cursing the gods. Tears filled his eyes as he ran to his sister who happened to be an upper-year student at Western.
“Brother, your innocent stupidity brings unto me such exclamation that is unmatched by any other event to which I have exclaimed,” she yelled, “We’re facing issues that transcend way beyond course enrollment.”
He felt ridiculed, but thinking that she was referring to the greater problems of the world, he replied, “What do you mean? I always recycle and donate to the less fortunate.”
“No, you idiot,” she responded, “ASAP Rocky is in jail, and he’s scheduled to perform at Purple Fest.”