What class is this again?

I’m ridiculous.

I told myself, “Okay, you’ve got a lot of things to do in the next week and a half, so let’s cut down on blogging. Let’s take a mini-break and focus on your work.”

Did I do it? Obviously not.

However, one huge ordeal is over. I can relax this weekend, so I thought I deserved a little swim in the bloggy ocean.

My first class for spring was Thursday, and, shock of shocks, ALL of my students were in class. The first day of class. With rain pouring down. I was pretty much amazed.

In fact, I even had an extra student. As I went down the roll, I called everyone’s name…but his. I glanced at him and asked, “Um…who are you?”

“Roy. Roy Lastname.”

“You aren’t on the roll,” I said. “Did you register for this class today?”

“Nope.” Blank look.

“Well, you’re not on the roll, so you need to go to the Registrar and check that out,” I told him.

Again, blank look.

Whatever.

I passed out the syllabus with the class name and number and went over it in detail so they know EXACTLY what is expected of them. And, if I may go off on a tangent a little bit, I’m very excited about this class. They’ve already turned in their first assignment, and they all were eager yesterday and asked a lot of questions. I hope this is how the rest of the class will continue.

After I went over the syllabus, I started teaching. We’ve got no time to spare, so we dove right into the book. I was teaching for about 45 minutes when, all of a sudden, Roy Lastname stands up with his books and umbrella and just walks out of class.

I waved after him. Yes, I am a bit sarcastic.

He was in the wrong class.

I did feel sorry for him, because it’s got to be embarrassing to sit through over half an hour of a class you’re not even taking, especially when the teacher asks you, “Are you SURE you’re on the roll?”

I just hope he knows what class he’s in now.