It’s a full week before classes begin and my schedule
has already begun to shrink.
An email at the top of my inbox this morning:
The sender is The Executive Dean from Hell.
This can’t be good. It isn’t.
Among her many gifts she is apparently
psychic. With eight days to go before the
first meeting of my Tuesday-Thursday afternoon section she’s pulled the
plug. It was at 85% of our institution’s
minimum retention threshold.
Really?
More than a week to spare, and there was no possibility of getting two
or three more students to enroll? As if
students never sign up for classes at the last minute?
At least this time she wrote she was “sorry”…
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