I'm sitting in the first of five sessions of my late class. (It runs 7:35-10:00 p.m.) This is not looking good...
There are about 7,000 people in this little classroom. And plenty of them appear to be the kind of students who are sure to derail the lecture about five or six times per night with silly questions.
Oh, there goes one of them now. Asking a question about the syllabus. Not a good one, either. The kind of question that has an obvious answer. If it needs to be asked, it should be asked of a classmate at the class break. I pay (er, borrow) a lot of money to hear well-educated professors speak. I resent the loss of investment that occurs when these interruptions pop up.
So anyway, I have a feeling I will be blogging a bunch (a pleasing alliteration) during this time slot. I'll try to dial down the cynicism as best I can, though. But don't get your hopes up; I'll probably fail miserably in that regard.