Monday, January 23, 2012
"Hi," I said. "What's your name?"
"I'm Dipshit Doug. Do you have a syllabus?"
"For this class?" I said. "You are a student in this class?"
"Section 110. Yep. So, do you have a syllabus?"
"It's the 4th day of the semester. I assumed you wouldn't be coming."
"Nope," Doug said. "I'm here. I had a bunch of stuff I was working through. I told Road Rash Rodney over there to tell you I'd be here this week or next."
"You know we've done some stuff already, right? I mean, we've done some writing, read some material. We're even doing a project in groups."
"Yeah, well I'll just catch up." He smiled. I'd been waiting for that.
"Yeah," I said. "But it's not up to you. Come to class, don't come to class, whatever. But when you miss the first three classes and don't contact me, I do what's in the best interests of the class."
"I'm here now. I told Rodney to tell you."
"Listen," I said. "I don't know Rodney either. I think he missed a class already, too. You gotta put your faith in more reliable people."
"Whoops," Doug said. He smiled again. "I'm going to talk to my bro about that. But, listen, let me get that syllabus so I can get out of your hair."
"Whoops." I said. I already dropped you. Some other students got in. Now I'm outta room."