So here I am in the relentlessly odious registration pool, waiting on the students to go through and register, the vast majority first time students, confused, and inexperienced. Makes me feel all maternal and everything.
But hey, it pays the bills, and so one does what one is expected to do. Meanwhile, my room dawg is reading over my shoulder to see just what I might be writing about her! HA!
It's a long day, but doesn't come close to the nightmare that John experienced yesterday with his inventory, so even in my suffering, I realize that it could always be worse. Unfortunately, I just can't get any serious work done, because there are continuous interuptions.
Alas, this is the romantic notion of teaching college?