Fuck

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.