Dude, I’m the guy working on the Full Moon Problem! It’s nice to know that by 2010 I’ll have it all worked out and our military can take care of that Kerry Edwards.
Oh, I’m also absolutely furious at the school. Thursday and Friday are the days scheduled for our Sports Meet. This means we have no classes, which is awesome because it means I get to go to Nanchong for Easter a day early. Hooray for everything.
Now today it’s been raining (today is Wednesday if you’re confused by time zones). Whatever. The Sports Meet isn’t today. I had class this afternoon and was walking back with a jaunty step thinking “Man, I love being done for the week on Wednesday and being able to go hang out with friends before my neighbours I don’t like get there.”
And taped to my door is a note saying Adi called and that the Sports Meet has been moved to Sunday and Monday so we have classes Thursday and Friday. This is at 4 in the afternoon.
I swore a lot. Really loudly. Without giving a flying fuck who was listening, be it Andrew who was standing next to me or the Chinese guard ladies downstairs. I threw my teaching stuff (and my umbrella since it had stopped raining) in my apartment and marched down to the English department to find out what kind of bullshit this was.
Luckily for Adi the door was locked and she wasn’t around. I came back and Scott and Emily and I watched a newish Simpsons episode. Emily is leaving tonight for Chengdu and had to cancel her newly scheduled classes. I’m really glad she set the precedent.
I’m going to go in and not actually teach tomorrow’s classes. I don’t have anything planned for them. I might do a quick seminar on how to express how fucking pissed off you are at idiot goddamned bureaucracy. And then I’ll let them go. I’ll cancel my Friday classes since I’m going to Nanchong, fuckers. Some people actually think more than 16 hours ahead.
And of course it won’t matter since tomorrow will be a beautiful sunny day and I’ll show up at my 8am class only to find no one’s there because “today’s the Sports Meet, moron.”
No shit. Why is it that the annual sports meet seems to be one of those “big events” that is impossible to schedule? This is a prime opportunity to teach your students obscenities. They need to know when to use them and when not to use them. You can show gradations of strength and when they are appropriate to express the depth of your emotion. You’ve already got the perfect example to base your case on!