Good morning! It’s — wait, what? FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
This morning marked the beginning of my most recent foray into narcissism: teaching evenings and early mornings. In fact, I teach every evening at the prison from 6 to 8:30, and then I teach an early morning class on Tuesdays and Thursdays. How early? Good question.
Until, oh, about 6:53 a.m. this morning I thought the class was from 7:30 to 9 a.m. Fortunately, I guess, it’s always been a nightmare of mine, missing the first day of class as a teacher, so after sleeping in a bit, making a cup of coffee at 6:45, and sitting down to print off a roster, I happened to notice the class time: 7 to 8:20 a.m.
WTF.
I said some bad words and there was a great flurry of coats and scarves and keys and papers and running, and it is very fortunate that we live on this side of town. I made it with about a minute to spare.
Always good to start things off on the right foot, I say.
I feel a stalker, as this is apparently my third first-comment in a row, but I felt compelled to say that I share that same nightmare, loathe it, and am glad that you made it on time! Score!
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I think this might be a nightmare universal to academics; before each quarter I usually have a dream that I forget I am teaching a class for the entire quarter and then try to fix it with the academic dean.
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Chelsey replied:
January 7th, 2010 at 14:18
Yeah, which is a play off the student dream of having been enrolled in a class all quarter and not having gone. As if live-life doesn’t have enough anxieties in it, we have to have them in dream-life as well. Stupid, stupid.
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