Who is this man?

While attempting to straighten things out with a certain unnamed college of music I came to a startling conclusion: I am the master and commander of my thoughts and actions. I am the be all and end all of my basic daily actions and thoughts. Why the fuck shouldn't I get my money back if I can't have my grade? Armed with words and a cute haircut I stumbled words over feet into the man's office and very nearly begged for my class back. He said he couldn't do a thing. So I asked about the money. I won! I won! I beat the fucking system! Woohoo! Woohoo! Fuck Berklee, thank you Dean Dude. You're a nice man. Amen.