Hockey and bitching.
I mean, I just HAVE to bitch. Seriously. I'm registering for classes again, as I'm supposed to do like a good little student, and all the courses that I have prerequisites for, because Berklee has given them to me, I'm not allowed to register for because they don't think I have the prerequisites. Even though they gave them to me. So... seriously... I don't know. I've gone to Tony and Stephany, like I've done in the past, and they say that the computer program isn't as smart as they'd like it to be, so, every time I want to register for classes, ever, that have these prerequisites (which is to say all piano lab classes I want to take) I have to go through them to get a prerequisite waiver. Apparently, I'm not the only student this has happened to, but it SUCKS. I got them to put the waiver through, and when I left their offices it said "pending", and I haven't been able to register for the classes yet, but if it's not gone through by tomorrow, I'll have to warm up my vocal cords for some serious yelling. I hate yelling.
Speaking of yelling, Berklee kicks so many asses at hockey it's not even funny. Actually it's hilarious, because it's like the lowest-level sports teams we're playing against, but STILL. I do believe we're 3 for 3. Neil and I went to the Berklee/Emerson rematch game at UMass last night, and there were seriously like, 25 Berklee fans there, and about 100 or so Emerson fans... actually, probably more than that. They were kicking our asses in terms of cheering... it was insane. Actually it was all right until the cops showed up just to tell us to stop banging on the glass. And not only to stop banging on the glass, but to sit down as well - as if standing up in the bleachers would have hurt anyone, but I didn't want to argue with three very large gentlemen with guns. Emerson was winning up until the 3rd period... then we came back and won, and it was brilliant! Anyways. It was fun times, but UMass is SO far away! I don't know how Santi does it. Although... if my bike wasn't at the green line stop I wouldn't have transferred subway lines, and it wouldn't have been so bad, I guess. Oh well. At least my universe is expanding!
Speaking of yelling, Berklee kicks so many asses at hockey it's not even funny. Actually it's hilarious, because it's like the lowest-level sports teams we're playing against, but STILL. I do believe we're 3 for 3. Neil and I went to the Berklee/Emerson rematch game at UMass last night, and there were seriously like, 25 Berklee fans there, and about 100 or so Emerson fans... actually, probably more than that. They were kicking our asses in terms of cheering... it was insane. Actually it was all right until the cops showed up just to tell us to stop banging on the glass. And not only to stop banging on the glass, but to sit down as well - as if standing up in the bleachers would have hurt anyone, but I didn't want to argue with three very large gentlemen with guns. Emerson was winning up until the 3rd period... then we came back and won, and it was brilliant! Anyways. It was fun times, but UMass is SO far away! I don't know how Santi does it. Although... if my bike wasn't at the green line stop I wouldn't have transferred subway lines, and it wouldn't have been so bad, I guess. Oh well. At least my universe is expanding!