Somethings may change; but somethings, they stay the same, like time.

I passed the English content area test.
In the wake of this blessed miracle my life has begun to spin into and out of control at high velocity, and also in the same motion. This morning I was accosted by Dr. Jones my Shakespeare professor who informed me that the likelihood of ENG 380 being made a night class, and I would therefore be able to be able to take the class, was slim to none. What this means for me is that my academic fate would ostensibly being riding waves on limbo beach until the fall of 2011, the next time the class is offered.
Shortly after this abrupt information was foisted upon me I sought out Prof B-C, the man that evidently found humor in dangling my bachelors degree inches out of reach, to see what he had to say for himself. Our brief encounter spiral rapidly from a polite question and answer to an all out assault on my plan to teach and work in the same semester. B-C informed me that if I attempted to do so, even if I was working only 2 days a week, I would either be dead or in a mental institution by Halloween.
On the up side, he did provide a recommendation to the Education staff to place me in an Urban school. It was a decent little ego boost to hear a man whose teaching style I so envy inform me that he had reassured a skeptical secretary that I was more than capable of teaching in the city, and also that he “could not be more confident in my abilities.”
Go me.
I do hope he’s wrong about that whole dying thing.