Blustery Day
The high wind speeds had a lot to do with the disappearance of several students between the English building and the library. Certainly, they wouldn't have left on their own, and are no doubt wheeling off into the sky as I write, helpless to retrieve their once-solid footing.
A lot happened today, and at the same time, not much took place. Allow an explanation, please.
A colleague called me last night as I was writing the paper due today. He was sick. Had been sick. Would be sick. In short, he could not teach his two classes today. So I added these two classes to my schedule and finished the paper. Today should have gone as so:
Arrive for work early, and break at 930 to collect class 1, take roll, and herd them to the library for a demonstration/tutorial in how to research. Back to work until 1030, when Mr. Film has office hours, so the discussion about how very lost I am in in this class can take place (the discussion about how I feel the class has been a waste of everyone's time will be left for much later). Back to work until 1230, when class 2 needs to be escorted to the library. Lunch, then film class until 5. Rush hour traffic, then home for lesson planning, dinner, gazelle, and sleep.
A few additions/omissions were in order, however. On arriving at Mr. Film's office, a sign informed me that he had decided (for whatever reasons) not to hold office hours today. So instead, I registered for classes this Fall. On arriving at film class, a sign informed me that class has joined office hours in being non-existant today. Yeah, don't get all happy. I need to talk to this guy. I'm lost. I still have no idea what he wants from me, because he's never told me. His syllabus is pretty but vague; his lectures are interested but lacking in substance. I wrote a paper for the man and still have no idea what I was supposed to write about. To top it off, Monday classes didn't meet for two weeks at the beginning of the semester, there's another class missed on Easter Monday, and the bloke's off to Georgia for Monday. And today's class. Seriously, I think we meet a whole 12 times, and two of those are presentation days and one of them is a final. I feel jipped. Where is the class time I paid for?
An added benefit of the absent class is that I can plan tomorrow's lesson here, and get home early. But I'm still miffed. More than miffed.
So why did the chicken cross the road?
Joshua:
Love and Peace (and wind wind wind)
A lot happened today, and at the same time, not much took place. Allow an explanation, please.
A colleague called me last night as I was writing the paper due today. He was sick. Had been sick. Would be sick. In short, he could not teach his two classes today. So I added these two classes to my schedule and finished the paper. Today should have gone as so:
Arrive for work early, and break at 930 to collect class 1, take roll, and herd them to the library for a demonstration/tutorial in how to research. Back to work until 1030, when Mr. Film has office hours, so the discussion about how very lost I am in in this class can take place (the discussion about how I feel the class has been a waste of everyone's time will be left for much later). Back to work until 1230, when class 2 needs to be escorted to the library. Lunch, then film class until 5. Rush hour traffic, then home for lesson planning, dinner, gazelle, and sleep.
A few additions/omissions were in order, however. On arriving at Mr. Film's office, a sign informed me that he had decided (for whatever reasons) not to hold office hours today. So instead, I registered for classes this Fall. On arriving at film class, a sign informed me that class has joined office hours in being non-existant today. Yeah, don't get all happy. I need to talk to this guy. I'm lost. I still have no idea what he wants from me, because he's never told me. His syllabus is pretty but vague; his lectures are interested but lacking in substance. I wrote a paper for the man and still have no idea what I was supposed to write about. To top it off, Monday classes didn't meet for two weeks at the beginning of the semester, there's another class missed on Easter Monday, and the bloke's off to Georgia for Monday. And today's class. Seriously, I think we meet a whole 12 times, and two of those are presentation days and one of them is a final. I feel jipped. Where is the class time I paid for?
An added benefit of the absent class is that I can plan tomorrow's lesson here, and get home early. But I'm still miffed. More than miffed.
So why did the chicken cross the road?
Joshua:
The chicken crossed the road to take possession of the land on the other side of the road, for God had promised it to his foreroosters.McCulley, Darrell A. "Historical-Critical Method Should Apply to Classics, Too." Spectrum 26 September 1997: 3.
Love and Peace (and wind wind wind)
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