reciprocity

last night i met up with a good (old) friend. we talked, we laughed. and then we got angry because of specific departments that cancel classes without telling anyone beforehand (what is the big secret?) While other departments send out an email (Business) and others don't EVER cancel class (Science) the Humanities and Fine Arts departments find it acceptable to just put a note on the door. My friend told me all about this, but I hadn't had all that much experience - until now.

I woke up at 8:59, and class starts at 9:00. I threw on clothes, first checking a variety of hats to see which one most stylishly covered my ratty bed hair, and then ran up to campus. I had to print out my paper on the way; it was due and is worth a lot of points. Finally, sweaty and relieved that I had made it, I went into the classroom. . . only to find a note on the board. Class had been canceled. 

What rapture and what joy that on the morrow of such a conversation, that I would find myself in that very situation. Luckily, I couldn't be mad because of the beautiful irony of it all. But if it happens again, I'm not promising any kind of self-control.