Charrette Madness
If you're around the A-school Friday, don't be shocked if you hear bagpipes blaring. No, it's not a Scottish culturefest. It's the end of charrette for the University's exhausted Architecture students.
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If you're around the A-school Friday, don't be shocked if you hear bagpipes blaring. No, it's not a Scottish culturefest. It's the end of charrette for the University's exhausted Architecture students.
It's registration time, and once again we encounter that oddly soothing - or agitating - voice, depending on what it has to say. If Mr. ISIS begins by saying, "The," you know the class you've selected is full. You know exactly how it goes: "The class you have selected, H-I-U-S-3-0...," and after a good 10 seconds of your timed phone call has passed, Mr. ISIS kindly informs you in a strangely suave voice that, as far as he is concerned, you're out of luck. So, whose voice is that anyway?
"Where's Bodot, I thought you said he was coming."