Fuck

[fictional]

So...I think I'm in trouble.

I just got an email from the Director of Composition who needs me to "come in as soon as possible to talk about [my] syllabus."

I'm really freaked out, what with the reprimands from on-high about teaching comics last semester, the various student complaints that I "don't teach anything" etc, etc.

I feel a sick, sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach.

Comments

[rm.livejournal.com]

Your syllabi are detailed and justifiable. I also seem to recall they were both approved and tweaked somewhere along the line. This sounds unfair, and stressful, but one imagines you will prevail. But yeah, fuck gross. Call if you need to vent.