Apparently one of the classrooms I'm teaching in next semester doesn't exist. I went to look for it today, since I'd never been in the building before, and I did not find the number I'm assigned to. I did find [number]A, though. It was written in pencil. On a PostIt note stuck to the door.
This does not fill me with confidence.
If this is in fact my classroom, it means I'm going to be teaching in the ROTC area. Which is in an athletics center. Where I will be teaching English.
...I don't even know. This campus has baffled me since I got here. At least my other class is in the humanities building.
This does not fill me with confidence.
If this is in fact my classroom, it means I'm going to be teaching in the ROTC area. Which is in an athletics center. Where I will be teaching English.
...I don't even know. This campus has baffled me since I got here. At least my other class is in the humanities building.
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Date: 2009-07-11 12:16 am (UTC)We didn't have quite that problem at my undergrad, but we had people and classrooms tucked away into converted Victorian houses, and god help you if you needed to find someone in some of them, or in some cases to find the building itself. Then there were the 150-year-old buildings that had weird passages you couldn't actually follow all the way through without cutting through a classroom, which necessitated going up or down a floor...
Ah, college campuses. So entertaining. :)