Friday, August 23, 2013
I guess a place to sit is too much to ask for . . . .
Well so here's just a little update on my first day of classes at the community college: What the hell?
Every student showed up to attend this composition class and receive the gift of my brilliance or at least snag a copy of the syllabus. The class size is supposed to max out at 27, and believe it when I say the doodahs and pooh-bahs bang it into our heads that no class may ever be expanded beyond that maximum number. "Don't make any false promises to a student! A closed closed is a closed class!" they say.
So I was thrilled and not at all surprised to find 28 names on my roster.
And it was even better than that because this classroom has only twenty desks. Being gifted at math, I used my fingers and my toes to count them up, and said to myself, "I think this might be a problem." Then I took some students with me on a stealthy mission to steal chairs (extra actual desks would be too much to dream about). I figured I only needed seven more.
So this nice-seeming girl went home after her first day of college and reported to her mom that she sat on the floor. So that's tuition money well-spent, don't you think?