Went to the second college today for math. This college is MUCH bigger than the one I go to on Mondays and Tuesdays. I had to park my car in a parking lot that was at least a mile away from the math building. Class was supposed to start at 6:45PM. At 6:50PM, the instructor was not there and a ton of young, gang-banging looking kids flooded the room, looking to add the class. I'm thinking: I'll drop this S.O.B. tomorrow.
At 6:55PM, a little English man entered the room wearing grey corduroys and a t-shirt that looked as though he had mopped the campus with it. It was the instructor. He looked around at all the potential add-ons and from the look in his face, he was thinking: "HELL NAW!"
After about 30 minutes or so of trying to decipher the add-ons from the registered students, he told those who had registered to step outside while he decided which of the 30 or so people to add. We were outside for 35 minutes or so. When we came back in, all those hoodlums were gone and the class was a "normal" size. Of the 30 or so add-ons, I think he added 5. He was overwhelmed and so was I. He went over the syllabus, and we were out of there by 8:30, due to what he called "a traumatic experience."
