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mayhapI'm all registered for next semester! I could have done this yesterday had I not spaced out on emailing my advisor for approval on my schedule, but I got into all the classes that I wanted anyway, so no harm done.
Naturally, now that I am finally a senior, no one is offering any incredibly, incredibly cool courses, like the Tolkien and Lewis one. Besides, my course selections were constrained by the fact that I very cleverly put off half my core requirements until the last semester of my senior year (so I can get into the good science and social science classes, damn it).
Therefore:
The Darwinian Revolution
Culture as Communication
Gendering the Middle Ages
Shakespeare and the London Theatre
Not bad, eh?
Today was the first day that I needed my brand-new shiny NYU ID number that is NOT my Social Security number that NYU oh-so-charmingly made publicly available on teh intarweb on several notable occasions. My new ID number is supposed to be on my brand-new shiny NYU ID card (which is actually stunningly ugly), but of course, I do not have a brand-new shiny NYU ID card because I haven't been in New York to get it.
I went to the NYUCard website looking for help, and this was their terribly useful advice:
I will probably never be able to remember it to save my life. I have the amazing ability to forget numbers in record time, which, unlike memorizing five million digits of pi, is not considered a particularly noteworthy gift. Well, it's a good thing I'm graduating soon.
Oh, and NYU housing claims that I am not eligible to renew my contract. This is vile slander, and upon returning to the city, I intend to challenge the person(s) responsible to a duel.
EDIT: I cannot tell you how proud I am that my license fee goes towards shows like this one.
Naturally, now that I am finally a senior, no one is offering any incredibly, incredibly cool courses, like the Tolkien and Lewis one. Besides, my course selections were constrained by the fact that I very cleverly put off half my core requirements until the last semester of my senior year (so I can get into the good science and social science classes, damn it).
Therefore:
The Darwinian Revolution
Culture as Communication
Gendering the Middle Ages
Shakespeare and the London Theatre
Not bad, eh?
Today was the first day that I needed my brand-new shiny NYU ID number that is NOT my Social Security number that NYU oh-so-charmingly made publicly available on teh intarweb on several notable occasions. My new ID number is supposed to be on my brand-new shiny NYU ID card (which is actually stunningly ugly), but of course, I do not have a brand-new shiny NYU ID card because I haven't been in New York to get it.
I went to the NYUCard website looking for help, and this was their terribly useful advice:
How do I find out my new “UID”?Thanks, guys. Thanks a lot I was going to email them and tell them how profoundly useless they were, but the housing website, of all places, told me where I could find this magical number online, which I did.
The best way to find out your new ID number is to get your new ID card. The number will be printed on the back.
I will probably never be able to remember it to save my life. I have the amazing ability to forget numbers in record time, which, unlike memorizing five million digits of pi, is not considered a particularly noteworthy gift. Well, it's a good thing I'm graduating soon.
Oh, and NYU housing claims that I am not eligible to renew my contract. This is vile slander, and upon returning to the city, I intend to challenge the person(s) responsible to a duel.
EDIT: I cannot tell you how proud I am that my license fee goes towards shows like this one.
