I'm waiting in a classroom with no number on it (Upon entering, each student asks "Is this room 172?" which garners a collective "muhhhhhhmeh," apparently the college students' word for "yes"), a minute to 12, one past, two past, five past.. and suddenly a woman comes blustering in. At first she sounds like she's out of breath, but after a minute, we realize that's just how she talks.
"Hello, hello.. is this English Writing 105 section... whatever? It doesn't matter. I'm the director of English Writing. Class is cancelled. You had one teacher, but I stole her. I put her in another class. Your new teacher didn't know he was assigned to this class until this morning, so... you can all go home."
So instead of going to class I got Thai food for lunch. It was excellent.
Gotta love college administration...
ReplyDelete..and when you have to tell the professors what they're doing. I've been corresponding with my last-minute English prof for an hour trying to figure out where to find the syllabus online (I don't know if he knows how to use Blackboard) and trying to figure out what the required books are for class through unclear emails - he didn't capitalize, italicize or underline the title of the book (an ENGLISH professor. English.), not to mention it was embedded in the middle of the text for you to find as if it were a scavenger hunt. Let's hope your Roman professors are a bit more savvy.
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