One of my university's registrars called me a liar to my face yesterday -- after his department purged all of my classes from my spring schedule. That was fun. I was vibrating with anger when I left his office. Of course, per my karma, two of the classes were full and normally do not allow petitioned registration; so I was forced to beg the professors. It worked. I got a seat in the classes, but I didn't like having to supplicate myself do it -- lack of recourse withstanding.
Rest assured, though, my appointment with the Dean of Students is being booked tomorrow. Futile? Perhaps, at an institution as large as Northeastern, but it will make me feel better. I've got a laundry list for her. I'll make a point to be pleasant, I think, though.
In other news, it's likely that I'm leaving Boston in September. I've lived here for the past five years. What will I do with myself? Feel free to make suggestions.
Rest assured, though, my appointment with the Dean of Students is being booked tomorrow. Futile? Perhaps, at an institution as large as Northeastern, but it will make me feel better. I've got a laundry list for her. I'll make a point to be pleasant, I think, though.
In other news, it's likely that I'm leaving Boston in September. I've lived here for the past five years. What will I do with myself? Feel free to make suggestions.
velocity:
I say you set the whole town on fire when you leave. That's my suggestion. I'd say move here, but no one should have to suffer below zero temperatures. Seattle's a nice town, and there's actually a chance we'd get to have a beer every once in a while if you lived there.
socalsk1nhead:
Move to Cali. We can gather the SoCal SS members in person and rock shit in Stonetalon Mountains for reals.