Oh, good lord. In Multimedia Engineering, my group started playing with this application that would display notes in music. To test it, Jill spoke and I sang into the microphone. Unfortunately, I sang a bit too loudly. And the classroom doors were open. My friend Ashley reports that the class across the hall, Patrizi chemistry, was unexpectedly seranaded with the score to “West Side Story” while working on homework. At one point, Mr. Patrizi entered the classroom from his office, pantomiming the actions of a histrionic opera singer. Now Patrizi’s class is abuzz with amusement. And I had no idea this was going on. Next time I get the urge to burst into song, I’m closing the doors beforehand.