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.
