New England Bartending School

I signed up for classes and went to the first one, only to find that the building was locked and empty. I called multiple times (no one answere until the next day), and was told that they had moved their location. And had not thought to email me about it.
Next, I switched my classes from a Saturday class to a Monday class. The guy on the other line told me everything was all set, no problem. I tried to go to the class on Monday, and was then told that I had not paid for the class and could not attend. When I spoke to someone about this they told me that my Sat class had been cancelled, but I had not been signed up for Monday and that they wouldn’t do it. They also told me that they wouldn’t refund me for the Saturday classes.
Of course that was unacceptable, so I was finally able to get them to switch me to Monday classes for real, as well as accept my money for it. But when I went Monday, I was once again met with an empty, locked building. The sign was there, and I could clearly see the bar. Yet I waited for an hour and no one showed up. This was, mind you, after having recieved a confirmation email earlier in the day.
I called the next day (I called many times while waiting, and no one answered (what a shock!)), only to be told that «no, there should have been a class.» There was not, and I think this whole thing is a rip off. DO NOT PAY FOR ANY CLASSES FROM THIS «SCHOOL.» I am waiting on a refund, and would not be surprised if one doesn’t come.

Don’t do it.
350 dollars (2005 price) later, you will neither feel that you have been through any type of school whatsoever… nor will you be a bartender.
The program involves semi-​abusive training in «classic bahhhh» from a cranky old missus who insisted that the classiest restaurant in Boston was a steakhouse that saw its heyday out in the ‘70s along with the disco era and angeldust.
We barely practiced with the fake range of liquors behind a fake bar. The missus and her bartender slaves did teach us how to eyeball a liquid ounce into a highball glass full of ice, but I think I inadvertently mastered that during freshman year of college. The most interesting part was learning about all the different families of hard liquors and their manifestations in cocktails that no one has ordered since the first James Bond movies came out… but this is an education that can be gained from the local library or some light googling if you have a passion for booze.
One other slight value to the course was bar safety training. For some reason, it was the first time I realize that bartenders intentionally ignore your demands for more drinks if you’ve been given the «red light» (can’t pick change off of the table, excessively friendly to waitstaff — hahaha). This has changed my worldview to some extent as I now mask any effects of alcohol if I want to get more.
But anyway, if you want to become a bartender, you have to beat the streets and get lucky or get lucky and know someone who has an in. Then, you learn on the job. I’m sure this is common knowledge, but in case anyone was as naïve as I was in the summer of 2005… because this 4^th floor center is all too cleverly located near I-​93 to capture the «tuitions» of country mice…