The November Action Comm?? (NAC) turned yesterday's registra? ?? from dull routine to acid rock.
Dozens of people danced to cl?? sounds, as tambourines crashed, ?? loons hung together across the r?? and frisbees whizzed from one en?? Memorial Hall to the next.
"Everybody's bored shit," said student. "Maybe this will make pe?? happier."
As soon as the band set up its c??ment and began to play, a registra? ?? proctor approached them and beg? ?? disconnect their amplifiers. A stu?? shook his head sadly and grinned ??.
NAC members surrounded proctor, asked him to stop, and replugged the equipment. He fi?? relented and walked away.
The proctor later identified hi?? as "The Grand Old Man of Me?? Hall."
"Registration-that's ?? today," the procto? ?? nothing very-ne? ?? happens twice ??.
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