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The woas of a Theatre Minor

Permalink 04/10/07 at 07:23:59 pm, by Ed, 140 words   English (US)
Categories: School

News from the battle front:

Being a theatre minor brings more great tales of "whoa". I've registered for my Computer Science classes just fine. But since, apparently, nobody has ever tried to be a theatre minor ever, before, at UMD, there are still kinks to be worked out, which I'm working on, I swear. I couldn't register for a single one of my theatre classes. I've sent out requests for permission, of course, but that will take some time.

But the good news is that I was indeed able to register for my major classes. Not that it doesn't come with a price. I won't be able to do nearly as much Vocal Jazz next year due to a lab at regular VJ time. Ah, to be young again.

Speaking of which, can somebody come clip my fingernails for me?

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