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Sometimes Teaching can be Very Surreal

There's a line in Margaret Atwood somewhere, I think in The Robber Bride, where a university instructor says "students are like sniffer dogs; they hunt you down, and find you whereever you are hiding" or something to that effect. That happened to me today, and more.

I was having a printer crisis. Trying to get an overhead transparency copied and some handouts, and the copier in the department was having the vapours. And it seemed that every time I turned around, or every five minutes, someone came to my office asking to be let in to one course or another. So then I went to the library to do some copying and from there over to what I thought was my classroom.

I have one of those nasty split schedules, where I have a class in one classroom on one day and another one on another. Except I have two of them: one in the afternoon and one in the morning. And guess what. I went to the afternoon classroom in the morning. So I realized that I was in the wrong classroom and it was too late to go back to my office to find out where I was supposed to be, but also that I had absolutely no idea where I was supposed to be. There is, however, a big bulletin board listing of all the courses and rooms in one building which was somewhere in the neighbourhood of where I thought my real classroom was. So I headed over there.

When I was about 2/3 of the way there, yet another student approached me. In retrospect, I have NO idea how he knew who I was. Anyway, he said "I am interested in getting into your course." Aha, I thought. Maybe he knows where I'm supposed to be! So I said - do you want my English 160 section blah blah blah, because I'm late for it, but I'm heading there now. No, he said, I want your online course. *shit* I thought. So I said, well, I'm sorry, but I'm late for another class and I can't talk to you right now, come to my office at 1:00 when I'll be free. ...
well... he says. ... can you tell me ... I've been trying to get into ... blah blah blah... *FUCK OFF* (I think) and "I'm sorry. I CAN'T TALK TO YOU RIGHT NOW" (*fuck off*) and I sped off into the distance feeling peculiarly guilty and stressed and leaving the poor student forlornly holding his "permission to register" form.

Anyway. I made my class only about 5 minutes late. And some of my students came in AFTER me, having also gone to the wrong classroom, ha ha ha. And after all that it was actually a good class.


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