this was a little strange.
A woman I’ve never seen before, but will remember for a while, walked into my class and said, “Excuse me. I have a message from the dean.”
Certainly, of course. Speak your piece.
“This class may be ended. If you have a message in your email by noon tomorrow, you will know not to come back.”
I’m staring at her. The students are too.
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news.”
Dang.
I’ve been let go by someone whose name I don’t even know. Does she know mine? Or did the dean just say, “Go tell the adjunct in 512 West that her class isn’t going to make.”
And, yes, I would rather know this before I come back for class and I am sure the students would too. But I have their phone numbers and emails. I could have let them know.
Oh well. It was efficient.
And I won’t be driving in traffic after all.