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August 3, 2005

I had a nice day today: went for a sweet run, did some prep for my debut as Adjunct Professor of Ethics tomorrow night, painted some trim and walls, got a haircut for my professorial debut, did some more lecture prep, looked at a renovation job in the city, and picked my wife up from work. And on my way to get her, my cell phone rang. That class I’m teaching tomorrow night? Is was actually tonight. Crap.

Crap. Crap. I hate stuff like this: the brain spinning for an explanation, the guts churning for relief, the heart accusing its owner of malfeasanse. But what can you do? It was some kind of gross miscommunication with The Dean, whereby I was completely convinced that the thing was happening on Thursday, and he was totally sure it was happening on Wednesday. And we both knew that the other was in absolute agreement.

He was gracious about it, but I’m pretty sure that there is at least one administrator at the school who thinks I’m the devil. Not to mention the students, half of whom will show up (again!) tomorrow night to meet with their ethics professor, who will stand on thin ice and talk about the importance of attendance, class participation, honesty, moral standards and ethical examination. Should be fun.

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5 Responses to “crap”

  1. Gary says:

    I feel ya. Once when I was in college I heard about a sweet concert going on downtown Saturday the 7th. So I called my friends who lived 60 miles away and said “hey come on up here, there’s a cool concert on Saturday the 7th.” They said, ok, we’ll get my mom to drive us (they were in high school). They called back on Saturday the 8th and said, “Are you sure it’s today? You said it was the 7th.” I said, “Really? Well, I’m sure it’s today. It’s definitely Saturday.” So they came up and their mom dropped them off and drove off somewhere and we paid the $5 cover charge and went to see our cool concert. The band came on, and it seemed more like anarchist thrash than Christian punk. So we finally checked the posters, and, sure enough, our concert had been Friday the 7th. Boy did I feel special.

  2. kate says:

    So, they told all the students to come back the next night? Ouch.
    I’m a little confused — wasn’t this a stand-in deal for your prof friend while he was away? Is this a permanent gig now?
    *scratching head*

  3. thank you, attentive reader! I’m honored by your careful comprehension– you get an A+ for today’s reading quiz.
    Yes, I am now a permanent member of the faculty. So if you’d like to come to class on Wednesday from 6 to 10:30, I’ll pick you up on my way through your cool town.
    I had about half of the students there tonight, and it went pretty well.

  4. while I’m commenting on my own blog, I just want to say how nice it is to hear from a couple of old friends. Nice to know that you’re reading this old thing, and that news of my demise brings you out of your ‘lurker’ status. Thanks for commiserating.

  5. kate says:

    Hey! I have to suppress the urge to reply to ALL blog entries. I love it! You have quite a way with the words, Mr. Stavlund.
    And, watch out, or I’ll just take you up on that offer one day! Whoa, though, freakin’ long class. Wow.
    A PERMANENT MEMBER OF THE FACULTY. (awed silence)
    Well, geez. They must’ve been impressed. Sorta blows the lid off of your false humility, eh! ;)

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