I walk into the room about thirty minutes early and the room’s already on the verge of packed. This class, “Computer Design and Assembly Language Programming,” filled up before most people had a chance to even register, it filled up with people taking priorities (a system by which you’re allowed to register before everyone else a total of three times during your undergraduate studies) alone. When the time came for class to start, there were about twenty more people than seats and people were getting antsy.
Finally, the professor walked in. He looked around at the varying levels of panic on each student’s face and muttered, “I really didn’t think anyone would be crashing this class.” He organized his papers on the podium, glanced back at the clock, acknowledged the time, and spoke:
“Hi, my name is Lyndon Nelson and this is Social Psychology.”
Some people laughed, three people fainted right on the spot, and everyone else began talking at once. Eventually it was communicated to Dr. Nelson that it was the belief of all assembled he was in the wrong room. Dr. Nelson walked to the door, found a sign that said his class had been moved, and addressed what had been for the last 30 seconds, his class: “Well, this must be a good class with so many people trying to crash. Have fun!”
Extreme anxiety set in and the questions began to pile up. Was our teacher in the wrong class as well? Who is this mysterious Dr. STAFF? Why don’t my socks match? How long would it take me to get to the beach from here if I just flat out ran?
About ten minutes after class was supposed to start, this guy, the department head for the EE department walked in. The atmosphere was one of utter shock, one student let out a low whistle and another was heard to whisper, “Damn…super teacher.” He stepped to the podium and addressed his class:
“This class has been cancelled as we have not been able to find a qualified instructor to teach it.”
So that’s why they sent the head, anyone else would have been lynched, cooked, and eaten. He then kicked everyone not currently enrolled in the class out, and explained, “We’ve opened up another section of this class that will be available with the following section numbers (proceeds to write section numbers on the board), you are advised to sign up for them as quickly as possible.”
Now, by the fact that he just kicked all the people not enrolled out of the room, it’s pretty clear to me that anyone who enters those section numbers into POWER is going to be able to get that particular class, so it’s basically a foot-race to see which 28 people can get to a computer the fastest.
And, well, I got the class.
Posted by Red Scott @ 2:45 pm