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There are times I remind myself that 42 is not that old....
When I had to register for classes, we were given a time. We would go to the designated spot, wait in line, go to the tables that housed the classes we wanted, and sign up on a piece of paper. I always got the first time slot for my class (I have learning disabilities so there were some classes that would be a great deal harder for me to take and fill my requirements then others so I got first pick. Challenge myself or easy route. I went for challenge myself but still went in early so I could get my prefered classes for my major). Registration was as much a social event as it was picking classes.
And there was always the excitement of getting lucky and getting the last spot in the coveted class with the awesome professor that some how was open.
I did not get an email account until I was in grad school and I don't think there was online registration until pretty close to when I finished grad school.
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