Grrr.
I’m just back from teaching. Well, what should have been teaching, except for the fact that no students showed up.
It’s not like they misunderstood the date; this is a reguar Saturday morning class. This same class of students didn’t happen last week. The only difference is that last week, most of them called or e-mailed me to let me know what was going on (not that I got the messages until I had arrived, but they made the effort). This week, I didn’t even get that. I had to call them half an hour after class was to have started, trying to track them down. They all come from the South Shore, so I thought that perhaps a bridge was closed or something.
No. They called each other to say they weren’t coming in to class, but no one called me.
I would have liked to have slept in this morning. I would have liked to stay in bed, fighting this cold that I’ve been fighting for over a week (and I’m still winning). I had a packed classs planned, catching up from last week as well as covering this week’s material.
Am I missing something? Am I asking too much? I know it’s December, and eveyone’s exhausted, and sick, and busy… but I don’t think I’m asking more than common courtesy when my time is involved.