Man, I wasn't sure I wanted to do this... but it's been a rough day and if I can't rant here, where can I rant? Don't answer that - it was hypothetical.

I'm sitting at school today, wishing I was dead. I had a two hour break between class, and I couldn't find a single person I knew to hang out with. I had a book, but just wasn't feeling it. I'd already checked out my daily webcomics, checked out The Onion, had some lunch and basically done everything I could think of to kill time at Mt. Royal. And I still had an hour till class. I was trying not to mind too much, because it was the first hour of a new class coming up,. and you can't miss the first class. I'm not sure why exactly, but I get the impression it's important: DO NOT MISS THINE FIRST CLASS. So I'm just finding new ways to violate my spinal integrity with poses of various lassitude on one of the chairs in the computer lab, desperately hoping I wouldn't choke on my own tongue while idly wondering if that would be such a bad end to such a boring afternoon.

Finally, 2 o'clock tolls and I make myself present and presentable at the prescribed room, ready for some serious learning. After a few minutes I occured to me that all of the signs of a traditional class - other students, professors, etc. - were not to be found, at least not in any relevant abundance. So off I went to the professor's office, intending to find out that I'd made some stupid mistake, say something self-deprecating and generally get on with the whole attending class shebang. Instead, I find out that the day's class had been cancelled, on the grounds that it was a "lab" and you can't have a lab without a "lecture". God forbid. And apparently, everyone who isn't me had been informed of this via e-mail. When I mentioned that I had not received any such e-mail, my professor decided to speak to me in the most condescending tone I have yet encountered in my college experience. He hadn't received any error message indicating a returned e-mail or bad address, so I must have got it. The look at his address book that I demanded showed that I wasn't even in it, which was also somehow my fault. Obviously, when I diligently filled out the contact sheet at the beginning of the year and made a rather specific point of handing it directly to him, I was woefully lax in my responsibilities as his student. Naturally, I should have forced entrance into his office at some early point and made sure the database on his Mac was definative. But here's the part that really pissed me off: The professor proceeded to suggest that I should have known he didn't have my e-mail address because I wasn't receiving his e-mails during the last semester. I'll assume the absolute abortion of logic that had to occur for that statement to be uttered is clear to all, and won't dissect it further.

At that point I may have said some rather harsh things to the professor that I'm sure to regret if he ever decides to hold a class. But hopefully it will be more clear to him that I am putting myself into alarming debt for the right to study at that college and am sick of being treated as though I know nothing about the subject matter but everything about the inner workings of the faculty and their individual minds.