I'll sleep when I'm dead

10 January 2005

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Room change, section change... teacher change?! - 11:43 a.m.

Well, I think I have experienced everything.

I stayed in the library after world civ [in the same seat, too!] since my calculus class met in the same room. Some of us talked about everything or nothing, or we asked each other about problem sets. At 11:30, we expected Dr. Postell to come in so we could ask him about what we didn't get. [I wanted to ask him if a secant was defined at zero; if it weren't, then the entire problem would be void, and you couldn't flip it there and do cosine since secant isn't defined at pi over two. Well, it was something like that. Sigh.]

So I was quite surprised when a black-haired guy wearing a mustache, a leather jacket, and blue jeans entered the room. "Well, due to a change in schedule, Dr. Postell won't be teaching this class today...or for the rest of the semester," the guy said.

I gaped. Not because I was in love with Dr. Postell [I wasn't, even though he was a good teacher], but because this guy in a leather jacket who could have passed as an older student was telling us this. Everyone else stared, too. Was the calendar suddenly forwarded to 1 April?

"You think I'm kidding!" he said. "I'm not! I'll be teaching this class from now on. And since I'm not ready today, this'll be a short class today."

"It won't be like this every day, will it?" Will, a guy with a red backpack from my Calc I class, asked.

"No, I'll make you stay later every day. Let's see...five minutes late for ten days."

We groaned. Or laughed. Or maybe a little bit of both.

He did tell us his name, though. It's Griffus. It fits.

What will happen next?

To Do:
1. Review calculus
2. Read more on Enlightenment/Absolutism
3. Spanish homework
4. Wait a minute... I have nothing for English only because I don't go there until tomorrow.