First day of school
Classes started today, and I had a class at 8:05 this morning. I left the house at 7:25 to allow for traffic and time to park.
I arrived at the appointed room at 7:55. The room was dark, but that didn't concern me too much as all the rooms were dark and people were waiting in the hall. At 8:05, I was starting to get edgy. At 8:10, the people in the hall were let into their classroom, and only me and one other person were still waiting outside room 1150. After another five minutes, we concluded the class must have been moved. We went to the accounting department to ask about it, but the administrative assistant was one of the most unhelpful administrative assistants I had ever encountered. As a former administrative assistant myself, and as a former supervisor of an administrative assistant, I wanted to give her a piece of my mind. I kept my mouth shut, though, as I intend to be a grad student and might need her assistance someday in the future. In the course of asking about the class, I discovered that the guy I had been waiting with was not even in the same class I was! He disappeared, in search of his class. I went back downstairs, assuming I must have gotten my classrooms confused. I went to room 1130, and took a seat (late). The professor smiled at me and then continued with her lecture. After five minutes, she looked at the book on my desk and told me I was in the wrong room. There had been two other tax accounting students in her class earlier, and I was supposed to be in room 2206. Embarrassed, I apologized and went upstairs in search of Room 2206.
There is no room 2206. I interrupted the class in 2204, wondering if the instructor downstairs had been off by a room. That wasn't my class either.
By this time, it's 8:20, and I'm starting to get really upset, especially since I'd been in the building for a half and hour. I went back to the accounting department, determined to demand the administrative assistant to look up my class location.
The administrative assistant was not at her post, but I heard noise in the copy room. I went to the copy room and saw a professor. By this time, I was visibly getting upset. I explained my problem to the professor and he volunteered to look up my class for me. He even offered to walk me to the class after he found out where it was, since the building is confusing.
I found out when I went back to thank him for assisting me, I realized he's the department chair. I'm sure I made a great impression (not).
The class had been moved to room 2406, with no notification or sign whatsoever, and I was a half hour late. I checked my room assignments for my classes four days ago, so any last-minute changes must have really been last minute. Back in Spartan Country, they put signs on the door when a class has been moved! Ugh. I guess now to check the room assignment the morning of class.
Okay, I've let go of it now. The good news is that having classes early in the morning means that there are parking places! I've already done my grocery shopping for the week, and the only other big thing on my list today is to finish painting the kitchen.
G will be so pleasantly surprised if he comes home to a fully-painted kitchen. :)
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