Now THAT was a weird-ass fuckin first day!

I got there in time for my office hours and started getting everything prepped. I rarely have students show up, so it is usually just me and my clock radio. But I had some paperwork to get done and ended up gossiping with the dept. secretary for a bit . . . up to the point where yet another student asked to be let into the class.

Sorry, no, class is full, and I'm not signing anyone in. Good luck and don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out.

So, I head down to class, and it is a pretty interesting mix. I have several upper-level students, who put off their generals for awhile. I have a few that bombed out their first time. And the rest is made up of Japanese students, most of whom had their little pocket translators out (never a good sign for a lecture).

And there was one other student. I have my first ever high-school student in class. She's doing her generals now because she wants to go to Med school later. At Duke. I'm frikken intimidated by this girl! In the fall, she's taking a calculus class, just to get it out of the way!

So, we go through class. It isn't quite as hard anymore to fill a 3 hour block of time. Just make them do lots of writing I get to the end, and my high schooler comes up to me. She isn't technically registered for the class because of a paperwork snafu. So, I take her around to the various offices to get everything worked out. You would think one office would be able to call another to get stuff done, but they can't for some reason. So I had to lead this pretty, very intimidated, very smart young lady around. Which was fine

To decribe her . . . a shorter, darker version of Beyonce. Talked so quietly in class that I thought she had an accent

Anyway, I got her all squared away (which somehow included running into my cousin-in-law who just got a job at the college). Then, as I'm walking home, I get about a block away when another of my students catches...

Now THAT was a weird-ass fuckin first day!

I got there in time for my office hours and started getting everything prepped. I rarely have students show up, so it is usually just me and my clock radio. But I had some paperwork to get done and ended up gossiping with the dept. secretary for a bit . . . up to the point where yet another student asked to be let into the class.

Sorry, no, class is full, and I'm not signing anyone in. Good luck and don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out.

So, I head down to class, and it is a pretty interesting mix. I have several upper-level students, who put off their generals for awhile. I have a few that bombed out their first time. And the rest is made up of Japanese students, most of whom had their little pocket translators out (never a good sign for a lecture).

And there was one other student. I have my first ever high-school student in class. She's doing her generals now because she wants to go to Med school later. At Duke. I'm frikken intimidated by this girl! In the fall, she's taking a calculus class, just to get it out of the way!

So, we go through class. It isn't quite as hard anymore to fill a 3 hour block of time. Just make them do lots of writing I get to the end, and my high schooler comes up to me. She isn't technically registered for the class because of a paperwork snafu. So, I take her around to the various offices to get everything worked out. You would think one office would be able to call another to get stuff done, but they can't for some reason. So I had to lead this pretty, very intimidated, very smart young lady around. Which was fine

To decribe her . . . a shorter, darker version of Beyonce. Talked so quietly in class that I thought she had an accent

Anyway, I got her all squared away (which somehow included running into my cousin-in-law who just got a job at the college). Then, as I'm walking home, I get about a block away when another of my students catches me. One of my Japanese students. She wanted me to sign her OUT of the class. Which I can understand. This is pretty intensive, and I simply don't have the class time to go slow. Her spoken English was very clear, but her reading comp. was crappy. So, back we go, I get her signed out. The ladies in the Registrar's office are laughing at me (damned former classmates ) for coming back. But it was alright.

This poor girl. This was her first ever class at this school, she couldn't keep up, hadn't even bought the book . . . and had more nose-hair than my 90 year old Grandpa! I'm nearly a foot taller than her and I can see it peeking out!!!

So, that was my first day. And tomorrow, I start all over again Only 14 more class-days to go