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Not So Speakeasy

USA | Teachers, Time

(One of my major departments does a lot of panels on career and graduate school advice. This morning, we got an email that there would be one tonight, and listed three people included in the panel, one of whom is my professor. After class today, I mention it to him.)

Professor: “I’m not on any panel. No one told me I am.”

Me: *pulling up email on my phone* “It says right here, 6:30 pm, [Today’s Date], ‘wonderful guest speakers with different degrees including [Professor].’”

Professor: “I never agreed to this. I’ve got my other job tonight. I have to be in [Town 20-30 minutes away] at six pm. Forward me the email.”

(Hopefully by next class he’ll have figured out what happened!)

Christmas Comes Earlier Every Year

| AZ, USA | Holidays, Homework, Time

(I teach high school math, and gave a major assignment to review a specific concept that is very important to students’ future success in high school math classes. Very few of the students have actually completed it, so I’m giving them another reminder.)

Me: “Don’t forget to be working on your Solving Equations Review and get it turned in to me as soon as possible.”

Student: “Wait, when is that due?”

Me: “It WAS due on October 31.”

Student: *gasp* “THAT’S CHRISTMAS!”

This Student Is All Talk

| Locust Valley, NY, USA | Students, Time

(I’m a teacher at an independent high school with an irregular schedule where students have a few free periods every day that they can spend how they want. I am walking through a shared space that is used for classes and other activities. A student and another teacher are in the room. I remember that I need to have a talk with that student.)

Me: “[Student], I need to talk with you before [sometime next week].”

Student: “Can we talk now?”

Me: “That’s fine, if you’re not busy.”

Student: “What do you want to talk about?”

Me: “Come take a seat.”

Student: “Will this take long?”

Me: “It doesn’t need to, but we can talk some other time if you’re busy.”

Student: “Go ahead.”

Other Teacher: “It may not look like it, but [Student] is in my class right now.”

Me: “[Student], if you’re in class, that means you’re busy!”

Unable To Face The Music

| USA | Musical Mayhem, Teachers, Time

(At the end of my junior year, I meet with a different counselor to discuss my schedule for senior year. Our school is very small, around a hundred students, so there aren’t a lot of options for classes.)

Counselor: “All right, according to your information, you only have two classes you need to take to graduate, English and science. You have to be enrolled in at least four classes to be considered a student, but after that if your classes are all in the morning you can look into taking classes at [Community College] at the end of the day.”

Me: “Great! So let’s get the necessary ones out of the way.”

Counselor: “Okay, English and science are both offered during first period… oh, but your level of English is only offered then, and your science isn’t offered again until fifth period.”

Me: “Ugh. So I need to fill three more classes and take five total?”

Counselor: “Yep. What do you want?”

Me: “Okay, I definitely want to be in the steel drum band again.”

Counselor: “That’s going to be second period. I’ll sign you up right now.”

Me: “Fantastic. And, I hear they’ll be offering a guitar class next year?”

Counselor: “Yes.”

Me: “If you could get me in that would be great. I’m dying to learn how to play the guitar.”

Counselor: “Anything else?”

Me: “I’d really like to be able to take an art class. Or one of the technical classes. Mechanical Drawing was fun. Maybe one of the computer classes?”

Counselor: “I’ll see what I can do.”

(At the first day of school, I get my schedule. First period is English, second is Steel Drums, and third is Health.)

Me: “What? Health?”

(I go to the counselor during lunch.)

Me: “Why am I in health class?”

Counselor: “Everything else was full.”

Me: “You couldn’t get me into a guitar class?”

Counselor: “There was no room.”

Me: “I already passed health. I got an A.”

Counselor: “Well, you have to take the classes to stay enrolled. You can’t just skip a class in the middle of the day, so it’s got to be something and health was the only thing available.”

Me: “Ugh.”

Counselor: “Sorry, that’s just how it is.”

Me: “It’s fine. I get it.”

(A few weeks later, my music teacher wants to challenge me and gives me an arrangement of Für Elise for the lead pan to play at our next concert. At the end of class I approach her.)

Me: “I appreciate the challenge, but I’m just not sure I’ll be ready in time for the concert.”

Music Teacher: “Well, what class do you have third period?”

Me: “Health. But I already passed it and I remember all the things we’re learning so I won’t be missing anything.”

Music Teacher: “I don’t have any students next period. Ask if you can stay here for the next class to practice.”

(Health class is just down the hall, so I run to ask.)

Me: “Hey, [Health Teacher], can I please stay in the music room this period to work on my solo?”

Health Teacher: “No.”

Me: “Why not?”

Health Teacher: “Because you need this credit to graduate.”

Me: “I told you before I already have this credit. I passed with an A my freshman year so this class doesn’t actually count for my grade point average.”

Health Teacher: “Then why are you wasting my time?”

Me: “Don’t put this on me! I didn’t sign up for this. The counselor said this is the only class available for me this period.”

Health Teacher: “Okay, go on down to the music room. See if you can transfer out. I don’t want you wasting time.”

Me: “Thanks!”

(I practice my solo all next period. When the bell rings and I pack up, I remember to ask something.)

Me: “Hey, [Music Teacher]? Why don’t you have any students this period? I didn’t take away your planning period, did I?”

Music Teacher: “Oh, no, that’s not it. This was supposed to be my guitar section, but no one signed up.”

Me: “…”

(I went straight to the counselor and told her what the music teacher told me. Suddenly she was able to get me into a guitar class. By the end of winter break, the class was full.)

A Good Way To Waste Five Minutes

| Perth, WA, Australia | Non-Dialogue, Parents, Time

Since I am a university student, I can be present at home while my school-age siblings are at high school.

While I’m setting up my lunch, my mother tells me that my sibling’s high school (which is not my old one) had sent her an interesting text message — my younger sister was five minutes late, and they wanted to know why. It took me all of five seconds to spot the problem, helped by the fact that the school had a reputation for moronic acts.

The explanations my mother and I discussed ranged from ‘she dawdled getting ready’ to ‘she had trouble finding the chance to cross a road’, but nothing more interesting from the school’s perspective. We have no idea why the school was so interested in why she was five minutes late.

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