A few days ago, right before the start of the winter term, I was working on putting my syllabus together when I noticed an odd discrepancy: though I’d been assigned to teach a Tuesday/Thursday class by the university, the course schedule listed me as teaching a Monday/Wednesday one.
A call to the school cleared things up. The university had switched the class I was teaching – without telling me! I was as much irritated as relieved. What if I hadn’t called in to check? What if I hadn’t noticed the discrepancy? What if I’d missed the first day? I complained to my mom and my husband; I rolled my eyes at the university’s lack of organization.
But when I watched the news that night my complaints withered. On the day that I’d originally planned to travel to school, forecasters predicted our first major snowstorm of the year: one that, as…
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