Indeed.

[icepixie]

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.

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[bessemerprocess.livejournal.com]

I went to find my adviser's office earlier this summer, and could not find it, because, while he's technically on the sixth floor, you actually have to go up a (short) flight of stairs to get to his office from the 6th floor. Which is still not as bad as some of the buildings at my undergrad, where they built buildings around other buildings. (Grad school v.1 was so small we were in a house with a single conference/class room, very easy).

[nickless.livejournal.com]

Ha! I had that happen to me once... They looked so befuddled when I pointed out that there was no such room at the high school (it had been renovated into part of another room YEARS earlier). iirc, my principal took me out to look for it. *eye roll*

I can honestly say that being in a bizarre location can be a bonding point for you & the students - provided you don't have 150 of them, of course.