I had been dreading the start of this week all week long.
My calendar showed that I had a History test scheduled for today, on a Monday.
I have a training session I'm supposed to lead Wednesday after I come into work straight from class at o' dark-thirty and have to leave immediately afterwards to make an appointment in town. At some point, I'm supposed to give a demonstration on the iPad this week.
And then, of course, there's Chemistry to worry with, something we'll deal with in a later post.
I have an option of taking the test a twenty minute drive away at 1300 or here in town at 1900. Of course, this is after I've made my o' dark-thirty class in the morning and put in a full day's work, leaving me just enough time to get to the test.
Because of reasons that we won't get into here, I decided to take today off, prep for the test and work on Chemistry. Of course, I prepped for today's test but Chemistry thus far has been a no-go. I'm predicting that I don't get any work done tonight on Chemistry or that I even get any substantial amount of reading done.
Once I made up my mind to take the day off, I considered staying at the remote location and wait for the clock to tick down, but then I realized that I didn't have my Scantrons with me and that I would need to purchase some at the bookstore which is just teh suck!
I decided that I could go back home, reset and take the test in town this evening. No big deal. Of course, this meant that I'd be focused on History today and would have little time left over for Chemistry, barring the day's events that got in the way.
I studied the guide having listened to the required content on the way to the remote location and back. In fact, I went over those notes about five times.
Finally, an hour before the test is to start, I left my place to go wait in the room and look over my notes one last time.
I'm there forty-five minutes early.
No one else shows up.
But that's ok because Huntsville has a reputation for being laid back and fashionably late.
Thirty minutes out, still no one. The class that is using the room is still in there. The room empties ten minutes or so before the test is due to begin.
My buddy calls me and I chat with him expecting students to pile in at any moment. My mind begins to race, thinking that the test got moved to a different room and somehow I didn't get the memo.
I check the notes on the door, but none of them had to do with my class. I wonder if there are two rooms similarly marked and I'm in the wrong room. I double check. I'm in the right place.
In desperation, I fly down to the instructor's office, but his door is shut and his light out.
I ask the secretary at the front desk if she has seen the instructor recently. She says yes, he was just in the office, but alas, he's no longer present.
I ask the secretary if she sees the instructor to tell him that I'm waiting for him in the appointed classroom for the test and that it looks like I'm the lone student who decided to test at this time. I even suggest that it might help my case later if she would write a corroborating note stating that I was at the appointed place at the appointed time so I would have documentation that would hopefully allow me to make up the test.
I go back to the classroom to wait. After all, this instructor did make a habit of being at least fifteen minutes late when testing at the remote campus last semester.
I decided to call the instructor's listed office number. No answer of course, so I left a voicemail to self-document and corroborate at least the time I was in the classroom.
Just to be on the safe side in a vain attempt to self-prove my sanity, I pulled up the syllabus on my phone, utilizing my shiny new toy's capabilities that were hitherto unavailable in my previous, pre-mobile life. (I didn't go to the orientation and I didn't print out a syllabus, hence why I didn't have a dead tree copy.) I finally scroll down passed the room number and the material to be covered on each test. Finally, I find what I needed to know all day:
It turns out that I was in the right place…at the right time…a week early.
Maybe I can get five extra points on the test next week for my over-enthusiastic "class participation."