Where Is Professor .......?

February 6, 2010

1:54 P.M.

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Saturday mornings are English 101 mornings, so after I woke and crawled out from under the warm covers, I flipped on my coffee maker, then turned on the computer to check my e-mail Normally, that isn't my first order of business on a Saturday morning, but as I mentioned, Saturday is English 101 day, so it was important to be aware of the possibility that the class may have been cancelled due to the forecasted snow. Certainly, if for some reason, the professor was not going to make the trip to SCCC, she would e-mail her class and let them know before they headed out into the nasty, bitterly cold, windy, damp, snow flurrying day. Nope, no such e-mail, so I continue with my morning ministrations, go out to warm up the car, fill my thermal coffee cup, bundle myself up, grab my books, phone, keys, said coffee cup and head for my English 101 class, which, as I said, is on Saturday mornings. The weather is nasty and the traffic on the way to class is, thankfully, not bad at all. I pull into the parking lot, offhandedly noticing that it is filling up pretty well. It's 8:45 A.M. and classes will start in about 15 minutes. Entering Room 119, I hear a couple of people discussing one of our assignments and from their comments, I recognized some of my own thoughts and entered the conversation with " You must be talking about the blog". Some of us are not having as easy a time as others with this project and there was some continued discussion about it as more students came into the classroom. Eventually the conversation turned to the passing of the time. It was slightly passed nine o'clock when we began to figure that the professor had gotten hung up in traffic or something. None of my fellow students had received any e-mails or phone calls that would indicate a change in plans. Because Saturday mornings are English 101 mornings, we were all there waiting on the appearance of our professor. By 9:15, the possibility that she may not be coming became a little more real, but the class acknowledged her patience of the week before with latecomers and continued to wait. Eventually, patience and understanding began to turn to annoyance as the minutes continued to tick by. We were all where we were supposed to be on Saturday mornings at
9: 00. We were sitting in Room 119 expecting to participate in a rousing presentation of an English 101 class, led by our inimitable professor. We were disappointed, in that she never showed. By 9:40, we all agreed it was time to leave and by 9:45, I am reasonably certain everyone was gone. I am hoping our professor and her family are not experiencing any difficulties, that everything is right in her world. I e-mailed her with my concern and my assignment when I got home this morning. I have asked her for direction in the course of study for this week. I reserve my response to this morning's non-event until I hear that all is well for her. Then, maybe, I'll have another subject to blog about.