1. I like people. You can quibble about introversion and extroversion, and the fact that I consider people with certain characteristics to be intolerable, but I really do like people, in general. I consider them to be interesting and stimulating. Hell, if I don't have to put up with them personally, I even like the people with the intolerable characteristics. Because of the interesting.
2. I have always felt young. That doesn't mean I've always felt youthful, mind. But even lately, when I've been feeling like an old fogey who can't get her life together around the gaggles of first years, I look at people who have moved into the "real world" and it's like there's a giant, gaping chasm between me and them. I don't know if this one will continue to be true through the next decade or so of my life. I guess, ideally, I want the feeling young to go away without being replaced by the feeling old.
3. I am smart. Not to be self-important or anything. I'm certainly not the smartest person in the world or the smartest person I know. Sometimes it's fun, like in Grade 10 Enlgish class where I had two indulgent teachers and got to chatter on about my ideas. Not that I knew what I was talking about, what to call things. That's an awkward qualification of my intelligence--I am woefully uneducated about certain things. And sometimes it's not fun, like when I have to work with people who are on a different level than me and I get frustrated.
4. I am a product of my time. I am not the least bit anachronistic. The way I perceive things, what I believe about the universe and life and how I use social structures are all very much hallmarks of people from this period in history. I don't know how much of that is good and how much of it is bad. I also don't know if I'll get stuck at some point and wind up behind the times. As it stands now, though, I'm pretty happy with it.
5. I am paranoid. Not in a psychiatric this-is-a-major-problem kind of way, though. Rather, I'm a very private person. I believe that trust is a matter of choice and that anybody is capable of breaking trust. I do trust people, and I don't think there's anything of major relevance about myself that I've never told anyone in some way or another, but I hate being found or found out. It's a rational concept that I apply irrationally with the justification that it keeps life simpler for people to be kept uninformed about little things that can become a matter or putting two and two together. In some way or another.
9/26/2007
Why I Hate Reading
(At school, have just skipped 282 for my own sanity and to practice. Was going to read the text, but it's at home, so I'm blogging before starting my Orchestration assignment. *blog*)
Every now and then I vehemently think that I *hate* reading. I don't, really. I can do research and read textbooks and blogs and whatnot just fine. I suppose the actual act of reading often gives me a neck/back cramp from leaning over what I'm reading, since I can't seem to get glasses that actually work, and it therefore also causes eye strain, but the debut of the internet (and upright computer monitors) has lessened that significantly. What I *hate* about reading is the thinking.
I can hear my brother laughing at me for that one (yes, you, putz :-p), but thinking too much, especially about one thing, drives me nuts. I tend to disappear beneath the event horizon of whatever it is I'm learning. This doesn't really happen with concrete things like photosynthesis or artithmatic, which are relevant to other things in concrete ways, but rather with abstract concepts that go as deep as people can. Studying those people as legitimate thinkers would probably be considered parapsychology. They come up with anything from epistomological drivel to bad metaphors to fantasy to the most wonderful of ideas. Being self-aware, maintaining a firm grip on reality and the larger context of these ideas is how you keep yourself from going nuts, but there's often a strong pull towards understanding by believing. Like the old idea of thinking like a monster to catch a monster. When I'm reading a textbook, I think monsters are archaic, obsession is archaic. And then I think I need a pet project because I'm bored.
Every now and then I vehemently think that I *hate* reading. I don't, really. I can do research and read textbooks and blogs and whatnot just fine. I suppose the actual act of reading often gives me a neck/back cramp from leaning over what I'm reading, since I can't seem to get glasses that actually work, and it therefore also causes eye strain, but the debut of the internet (and upright computer monitors) has lessened that significantly. What I *hate* about reading is the thinking.
I can hear my brother laughing at me for that one (yes, you, putz :-p), but thinking too much, especially about one thing, drives me nuts. I tend to disappear beneath the event horizon of whatever it is I'm learning. This doesn't really happen with concrete things like photosynthesis or artithmatic, which are relevant to other things in concrete ways, but rather with abstract concepts that go as deep as people can. Studying those people as legitimate thinkers would probably be considered parapsychology. They come up with anything from epistomological drivel to bad metaphors to fantasy to the most wonderful of ideas. Being self-aware, maintaining a firm grip on reality and the larger context of these ideas is how you keep yourself from going nuts, but there's often a strong pull towards understanding by believing. Like the old idea of thinking like a monster to catch a monster. When I'm reading a textbook, I think monsters are archaic, obsession is archaic. And then I think I need a pet project because I'm bored.
9/21/2007
Google is My BFF
It's Friday morning and I want a cup of coffee like a comfort blanket. I already had a triple grande non-fat latte this morning, though, so I should probably abstain from caffeine for a while, no matter how tired I actually feel.
I wrote a mini-paper for my Music History class this morning on the Enlightenment style of Gluck's Alceste. It was (and was supposed to be) a page long, double-spaced. I did the "research" (reading of the textbook) last night, then took 45 minutes this morning to write the paper. It'll be graded as a draft, then I'll have to revise it and submit a final copy at the end of the term. There will be five such papers throughout the term. For some reason, people were really nervous about this assignment. I was more nervous about the listening quiz on Monday, and with good reason. I wound up failing, apparently from lack of detail. It was a 6-minute quiz--I have no apologies to make for only writing a page and a half. *annoyed*
Speaking of annoyed, I seem to be spending my life in a constant state of annoyance and especially frustration lately. I've been frustrated at the unprofessional conduct of people around me (like the percussionists who Never. Stop. Playing. No matter what.). I've been frustrated at the unproductive use of class time by my profs (like my Ed Psych prof who stops for 15 seconds after each sentence he speaks, like we're writing every word down). I've been frustrated by the tedious and unchallenging nature of my life in general right now (I fold clothes and write 250-word "essays"). I think I need a pet project. Something to give my brain to do. Anybody have any suggestions on what that could be?
In any case, I'm teaching a trumpet start-up clinic on Monday, and I can't seem to find any good labelled diagram of a trumpet amidst my stuff, so I'm off to Google images.
I wrote a mini-paper for my Music History class this morning on the Enlightenment style of Gluck's Alceste. It was (and was supposed to be) a page long, double-spaced. I did the "research" (reading of the textbook) last night, then took 45 minutes this morning to write the paper. It'll be graded as a draft, then I'll have to revise it and submit a final copy at the end of the term. There will be five such papers throughout the term. For some reason, people were really nervous about this assignment. I was more nervous about the listening quiz on Monday, and with good reason. I wound up failing, apparently from lack of detail. It was a 6-minute quiz--I have no apologies to make for only writing a page and a half. *annoyed*
Speaking of annoyed, I seem to be spending my life in a constant state of annoyance and especially frustration lately. I've been frustrated at the unprofessional conduct of people around me (like the percussionists who Never. Stop. Playing. No matter what.). I've been frustrated at the unproductive use of class time by my profs (like my Ed Psych prof who stops for 15 seconds after each sentence he speaks, like we're writing every word down). I've been frustrated by the tedious and unchallenging nature of my life in general right now (I fold clothes and write 250-word "essays"). I think I need a pet project. Something to give my brain to do. Anybody have any suggestions on what that could be?
In any case, I'm teaching a trumpet start-up clinic on Monday, and I can't seem to find any good labelled diagram of a trumpet amidst my stuff, so I'm off to Google images.
9/17/2007
A List of Things I'm Thinking About
1. What is that song Russ has been practicing in the studio lately? I know I recognize it, but I can't think of what it is.
2. My bangs are annoying and unflattering and I'd really like them to grow out, please.
3. My history prof is off-putting in many ways, but it's not her fault that the 272 and 273 curriculums were condensed into one class of insanity and we have to cover three major compsers in one class *after* our listening quiz.
4. Is my doctor's appointment today at 4 or 5? Should I call and check? I'm pretty sure it's at 4, and if it's at 5, then I can just go to Tim Horton's and get a coffee and read a waiting room magazine while I wait. That would be rather nice, actually.
5. For some reason, the finger nail on my right pinky finger is very prone to ripping. It doesn't usually hurt, and it always grows back perfectly normally, but once every month or two, I'll rip a good quarter of it off like I did this morning. Freaky fingernail.
6. Second year students talking about their weekend adventures with whole bottles of hard liquor make me glad that I never really did that.
7. I know that learning the IPA will be good for me, and that I'll be glad to know it, but I'm pretty sure I'll be dragged kicking and screaming to actually learn it.
8. Between my dislike of Opera and my dislike of string quartets, I'm just not compatible with Capital-C Classical music.
9. Should I go get a coffee before Choral Tech, or will I have to sing a lot, leaving the coffee to get all cold and unpleasant?
10. My life on a Monday morning is likely highly uninteresting to most people who would come across this blog. What this world needs is an anthropologist from a more "primitive" culture, who's delighted by the discovery of things we consder to be horribly mundane, and who will bring joy back into our everyday lives. Or something.
2. My bangs are annoying and unflattering and I'd really like them to grow out, please.
3. My history prof is off-putting in many ways, but it's not her fault that the 272 and 273 curriculums were condensed into one class of insanity and we have to cover three major compsers in one class *after* our listening quiz.
4. Is my doctor's appointment today at 4 or 5? Should I call and check? I'm pretty sure it's at 4, and if it's at 5, then I can just go to Tim Horton's and get a coffee and read a waiting room magazine while I wait. That would be rather nice, actually.
5. For some reason, the finger nail on my right pinky finger is very prone to ripping. It doesn't usually hurt, and it always grows back perfectly normally, but once every month or two, I'll rip a good quarter of it off like I did this morning. Freaky fingernail.
6. Second year students talking about their weekend adventures with whole bottles of hard liquor make me glad that I never really did that.
7. I know that learning the IPA will be good for me, and that I'll be glad to know it, but I'm pretty sure I'll be dragged kicking and screaming to actually learn it.
8. Between my dislike of Opera and my dislike of string quartets, I'm just not compatible with Capital-C Classical music.
9. Should I go get a coffee before Choral Tech, or will I have to sing a lot, leaving the coffee to get all cold and unpleasant?
10. My life on a Monday morning is likely highly uninteresting to most people who would come across this blog. What this world needs is an anthropologist from a more "primitive" culture, who's delighted by the discovery of things we consder to be horribly mundane, and who will bring joy back into our everyday lives. Or something.
9/14/2007
Coffee With the Interweb
In the lab at school. I went to get a coffee at Cookies by George and decided to treat myself to a cookie as well. I asked for one of the Peanut Butter Chocolate Chunk ones, but got a plain Peanut Butter one. It was still quite tasty, though. :-)
When I arrived in the lab, I used the Netscape URL drop-down menu to access Hotmail, and it brought me into the account of a trumpet player named Ian Burgess. He hadn't quit Netscape before leaving (another reason why I don't care for Macs). I logged out and logged into my own account, and read a notice from Facebook. I cliked on the link and it brought me to my own profile page, but logged in as Ian. It took me a moment to realize that, and I was rather confused as to why I had 9 friends in common with myself. ^_^ I think I should warn Ian about this.
I have a listening/written quiz in 282 on Monday on La Serva Patrona, Don Giovanni and something a girl in my class referred to as an intermezzo, which I'll have to figure out. Even if it is only the excerpts from our anthology that we're being quized on, I find that to be worthy of a big "Blah!" I remember my first day of 170 years ago, I was so looking forward to learning the kind of stuff that would allow me to understand the jokes people were making about Berlioz, and why everybody hated playing Haydn. I guess I more or less understand that now, but I don't owe any thanks to Music History. 170 was how to write a bibliography, 281 was ten billion types of chant, and 282 is looking like it'll be every opera I've been told I should go see but didn't want to.
Enough complaining now. Time for my coffee and I to go to Choral Tech. Yay, happy class!
When I arrived in the lab, I used the Netscape URL drop-down menu to access Hotmail, and it brought me into the account of a trumpet player named Ian Burgess. He hadn't quit Netscape before leaving (another reason why I don't care for Macs). I logged out and logged into my own account, and read a notice from Facebook. I cliked on the link and it brought me to my own profile page, but logged in as Ian. It took me a moment to realize that, and I was rather confused as to why I had 9 friends in common with myself. ^_^ I think I should warn Ian about this.
I have a listening/written quiz in 282 on Monday on La Serva Patrona, Don Giovanni and something a girl in my class referred to as an intermezzo, which I'll have to figure out. Even if it is only the excerpts from our anthology that we're being quized on, I find that to be worthy of a big "Blah!" I remember my first day of 170 years ago, I was so looking forward to learning the kind of stuff that would allow me to understand the jokes people were making about Berlioz, and why everybody hated playing Haydn. I guess I more or less understand that now, but I don't owe any thanks to Music History. 170 was how to write a bibliography, 281 was ten billion types of chant, and 282 is looking like it'll be every opera I've been told I should go see but didn't want to.
Enough complaining now. Time for my coffee and I to go to Choral Tech. Yay, happy class!
9/12/2007
Crazy!
The past couple of days have been crazy. Monday, I didn't get to school or to work, due to illness. I'm quite tired of being sick. I'm wondering if the blck mould in my house has anything to do with it. My mom's been sick for a while, too. The guy's supposed to be coming today to remove more drywall; we discovered more mould behind the baseboards, and the Capital Health website says we hadn't done enough to make thigns safe. There's a print-out of a brochure on the desk next to the main computer at home.
The rest of the insanity involved school, mostly. I'm section leader in Concert Band, and supplementary trumpet player in Wind Ensemble, which meant that I had to juggle my work schedule and drop my non-mandatory course so that I can get everything done. I feel pretty good about the way I worked things out. I was ticked at first about the ensemble assignments, but I've missed playing in a band enough that I was willing to take whatever I got. I honestly only know three of the names of the trumpet section in Wind Ensemble this year. I think that has a lot to do with not having been around last year. Stupid not having been around. A couple of the other ensemble assignments were weird, too. Chelsea Mandrusiak was put on thrid trumpet in Concert Band, and that's it. She's been in Wind Ensemble for the last two years, and she played a really good audition (I was in the hall outside 1-23 at the time). She was not impressed. Mind you, this is the girl who auditioned for Julliard right out of high school, so she's not impressed with being at the U of A in any case. ^_^
The class I wound up dropping was my Drama Theory course ("From Aristotle to Artaud"). It would have been insteresting, but a huge amount of work, so when I had to lose either work or a class, dropping that class was a no-brainer. The first Concert Band rehearsal was last night. for some reason, the euphs are to the right of the tuba, not the left, so I'm sitting next to a euphonium player who was a student of mine last year and is in BMus/BEd majoring in clarinet. She's playing clarinet in WE, which finally has a sane number of clarinets, rather than the four that Deebs allowed. Anyway, there I am playing the high Bs in this chorale, and doing so quite well, if I do say so myself, and then kind of quasi-collapsing in quasi-annoyance at having to play this piece over and over again, especially when it's a piece I've played before. I really wish people who think well of me wouldn't come close enough to see otherwise. ^_^
Today, I'm going to go buy myself some new boots. :-)
The rest of the insanity involved school, mostly. I'm section leader in Concert Band, and supplementary trumpet player in Wind Ensemble, which meant that I had to juggle my work schedule and drop my non-mandatory course so that I can get everything done. I feel pretty good about the way I worked things out. I was ticked at first about the ensemble assignments, but I've missed playing in a band enough that I was willing to take whatever I got. I honestly only know three of the names of the trumpet section in Wind Ensemble this year. I think that has a lot to do with not having been around last year. Stupid not having been around. A couple of the other ensemble assignments were weird, too. Chelsea Mandrusiak was put on thrid trumpet in Concert Band, and that's it. She's been in Wind Ensemble for the last two years, and she played a really good audition (I was in the hall outside 1-23 at the time). She was not impressed. Mind you, this is the girl who auditioned for Julliard right out of high school, so she's not impressed with being at the U of A in any case. ^_^
The class I wound up dropping was my Drama Theory course ("From Aristotle to Artaud"). It would have been insteresting, but a huge amount of work, so when I had to lose either work or a class, dropping that class was a no-brainer. The first Concert Band rehearsal was last night. for some reason, the euphs are to the right of the tuba, not the left, so I'm sitting next to a euphonium player who was a student of mine last year and is in BMus/BEd majoring in clarinet. She's playing clarinet in WE, which finally has a sane number of clarinets, rather than the four that Deebs allowed. Anyway, there I am playing the high Bs in this chorale, and doing so quite well, if I do say so myself, and then kind of quasi-collapsing in quasi-annoyance at having to play this piece over and over again, especially when it's a piece I've played before. I really wish people who think well of me wouldn't come close enough to see otherwise. ^_^
Today, I'm going to go buy myself some new boots. :-)
9/05/2007
One More Time
At school with nothing to do for about 20 minutes. I don't know where people are, but I can't find any to chat with. It's noon-hour, so I know there aren't any music classes scheduled. Jeez, I've been around long enough that I know shit like that. I feel old. And lonesome. :-( I have an Ed Psych course on Adolescent Development next. It's my last Ed option. In my Choral Tech class this morning, however, Bob was talking about the Kodaly and Orf classes next term, and since I'll only have three courses at the most next term (if I get into 455), I'm considering registering, just in case I wind up kicking myself in a couple of years. My reason for not taking them isn't that I don't think I could use them, or that I don't think they're interesting, I just don't want to steer myself in the direction of EDEL. That way, if I can't do the job, I can register a protest to an assignment in all honesty, so that when the parents come growling, I can tell my admisitrator "I told you so." And that's if I even let myself take a job that involves Elementary Music, which I just don't want to. And, frankly, I'm not spending six years in University to take a job I don't want. Tell me I'm being unrealistic and that I should suck it up. I don't care. ^_^
I'm in the FAB conputer ab right now, and I am being reminded about why I hate these keyboards. If I had a nickle for every typo I've made because of how stil[l this thing is, I'd skip the working part entirely and just move to Fiji.
Lindsay Coulter just came in and we had a discussion about Curriculum Guides. Strangely, that made me happy. I think it was mostly the talking to someone part, because I also told her how horrible the Inclusinve Ed course is. She apparently has that next. I also told her to tell the Practicum Placement people that she doesn't have a car. ^_^ In return, I was informed that there isn't really a place where people congregate to have lunch anymore, despite the gathering of chairs in the area around the third floor elevator. Boo. :-( I therefore declare that I must arrange something social so as to not become an old cat lady by the time I'm 25. :-)
ETA: Ok, so my Ed Psych course ended early, as is common on the first day, and I find myself with an hour to kill and still no people. So I will regale you fine folk with the tales of my triumphs over beaurocracy lately. ^_^
Yesterday was the Music TBA meeting and locker assignments. I was at the front of the line for locker rentals when I was told that they were stopping for the meeting. I pleaded that I wasn't going to the meeting and that I already had a locker, and I just needed to pay for it. One guy said to just mark down which locker it was so that they wouldn't give it away, and I could pay for it later. I said fine and gave them my locker number. The girl with the list (who turned out of be the MSA president--a vocalist, I think in second year, whom I had never met) said that she had all ready given away my locker. I was confused, since I'd had that locker over the summer. The girl, whose name was Eve, told me that I hadn't paid for the summer rental. I told her I'd dealt with Caitlyn Smith, who answered the e-mail I sent to the MSA address last May. Eve had no record of this, and asked if she could give me a locker close by. I was disproportionately pissed off and said no. Eve seemed surprised and unsure what to do. I insisted that I had paid for the locker rental for the summer, and that I wanted to keep that locker. I was not happy that this little girl I'd never met was telling me that I couldn't have the locker I'd paid for to keep reserved, which I'd had for five years. I shouldn't have been that angry, but I was all ready unhappy about not knowing many of the people around, and I really didn't want to have to come back after the meeting, even though that's what we decided to do. I didn't go to the meeting (I stopped going after my second year), but instead went to Varsity in HUB and bought a new lock, which I then put on my locker so that only I could open it. I also put up a note saying that if somebody had been assigned that locker, that it was a mistake and they had to contact the MSA. I would keep that locker by force, if necessary! ^_^ I then went to Peter's house (much easier access to the University than my house) and watched some Heroes DVDs with him in order to kill time and calm down. A muchly excellent show. :-) I went back to Con Hall after the meeting and stood in line like a good girl. When I got to the front of the line, I was recognised and told that the first year who'd gotten my locker would have to be contacted to get another one. I said thank you, and I was sincere. I saying this in order to convince myself that I'm not a stodgy old grump quite yet. ^_^ I then went and partook of the free pizza and pop at the MSA party near Tory. :-)
Today, I managed an especially cunning victory. ^_^ The U-Pass finally got approved, and there are booths around campus where you can pick them up. All they are is a sticker they put on your ONECard. I went down to SUB to get mine. The girl at the booth told me she couldn't give me one because my card was expired. ONECards "expire" after you're *supposed* to have completed your degree. Mine still worked fine, though, and even though I told them that, they refused to even test it. They wanted me to go get a new card. It was free they said, because mine was expired, not lost or anything. I was not about to stand in line to get another freaking ONECard. Also, I didn't *want* another one. Like my locker, I'd had it for five years, and I was quite attatched to it. It actually has a good picture of me on it. ^_^ I agred with the people a bit, and finally left in frustration, saying that I'd scratch the expiration date off the back of my card before coming back. And I did. Well, technically, I used a white erasor, but when I went down to the booth in the Tory Atrium, I told them I was in fourth year, and about five people tried to see the "rubbed off" date (and ID number) on the card before giving up and scanning to see if it worked. It did, and I got my U-Pass sticker. :-D I really don't get why they'd force you to get a new ONECard if your old one still works. The U-Pass sticker has the year on it, so it's not like you can continue to use it next year. And since students don't have to pay to replace expired ONECards, the thousands of them that they'll be issuing for the U-Passes will cost the school a lot of money. Why would they want to do that? Unfortunately, the trick doesn't work with ONECards older than mine, since mine was a new design the year I got it. There's an even newer design now. But since this is my last year, I shall declare myself victorius and cease to care. ^_^
I'm in the FAB conputer ab right now, and I am being reminded about why I hate these keyboards. If I had a nickle for every typo I've made because of how stil[l this thing is, I'd skip the working part entirely and just move to Fiji.
Lindsay Coulter just came in and we had a discussion about Curriculum Guides. Strangely, that made me happy. I think it was mostly the talking to someone part, because I also told her how horrible the Inclusinve Ed course is. She apparently has that next. I also told her to tell the Practicum Placement people that she doesn't have a car. ^_^ In return, I was informed that there isn't really a place where people congregate to have lunch anymore, despite the gathering of chairs in the area around the third floor elevator. Boo. :-( I therefore declare that I must arrange something social so as to not become an old cat lady by the time I'm 25. :-)
ETA: Ok, so my Ed Psych course ended early, as is common on the first day, and I find myself with an hour to kill and still no people. So I will regale you fine folk with the tales of my triumphs over beaurocracy lately. ^_^
Yesterday was the Music TBA meeting and locker assignments. I was at the front of the line for locker rentals when I was told that they were stopping for the meeting. I pleaded that I wasn't going to the meeting and that I already had a locker, and I just needed to pay for it. One guy said to just mark down which locker it was so that they wouldn't give it away, and I could pay for it later. I said fine and gave them my locker number. The girl with the list (who turned out of be the MSA president--a vocalist, I think in second year, whom I had never met) said that she had all ready given away my locker. I was confused, since I'd had that locker over the summer. The girl, whose name was Eve, told me that I hadn't paid for the summer rental. I told her I'd dealt with Caitlyn Smith, who answered the e-mail I sent to the MSA address last May. Eve had no record of this, and asked if she could give me a locker close by. I was disproportionately pissed off and said no. Eve seemed surprised and unsure what to do. I insisted that I had paid for the locker rental for the summer, and that I wanted to keep that locker. I was not happy that this little girl I'd never met was telling me that I couldn't have the locker I'd paid for to keep reserved, which I'd had for five years. I shouldn't have been that angry, but I was all ready unhappy about not knowing many of the people around, and I really didn't want to have to come back after the meeting, even though that's what we decided to do. I didn't go to the meeting (I stopped going after my second year), but instead went to Varsity in HUB and bought a new lock, which I then put on my locker so that only I could open it. I also put up a note saying that if somebody had been assigned that locker, that it was a mistake and they had to contact the MSA. I would keep that locker by force, if necessary! ^_^ I then went to Peter's house (much easier access to the University than my house) and watched some Heroes DVDs with him in order to kill time and calm down. A muchly excellent show. :-) I went back to Con Hall after the meeting and stood in line like a good girl. When I got to the front of the line, I was recognised and told that the first year who'd gotten my locker would have to be contacted to get another one. I said thank you, and I was sincere. I saying this in order to convince myself that I'm not a stodgy old grump quite yet. ^_^ I then went and partook of the free pizza and pop at the MSA party near Tory. :-)
Today, I managed an especially cunning victory. ^_^ The U-Pass finally got approved, and there are booths around campus where you can pick them up. All they are is a sticker they put on your ONECard. I went down to SUB to get mine. The girl at the booth told me she couldn't give me one because my card was expired. ONECards "expire" after you're *supposed* to have completed your degree. Mine still worked fine, though, and even though I told them that, they refused to even test it. They wanted me to go get a new card. It was free they said, because mine was expired, not lost or anything. I was not about to stand in line to get another freaking ONECard. Also, I didn't *want* another one. Like my locker, I'd had it for five years, and I was quite attatched to it. It actually has a good picture of me on it. ^_^ I agred with the people a bit, and finally left in frustration, saying that I'd scratch the expiration date off the back of my card before coming back. And I did. Well, technically, I used a white erasor, but when I went down to the booth in the Tory Atrium, I told them I was in fourth year, and about five people tried to see the "rubbed off" date (and ID number) on the card before giving up and scanning to see if it worked. It did, and I got my U-Pass sticker. :-D I really don't get why they'd force you to get a new ONECard if your old one still works. The U-Pass sticker has the year on it, so it's not like you can continue to use it next year. And since students don't have to pay to replace expired ONECards, the thousands of them that they'll be issuing for the U-Passes will cost the school a lot of money. Why would they want to do that? Unfortunately, the trick doesn't work with ONECards older than mine, since mine was a new design the year I got it. There's an even newer design now. But since this is my last year, I shall declare myself victorius and cease to care. ^_^
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