What a bizarre and frustrating weekend. I was scheduled to take the big scary frigging huge math teacher test again on Saturday morning. Teaching Fellows screwed up last month, making me the main character of one of those awful "When animals attack" shows. As their bureaucracy disembowels me with claws of well-meaning ineptitude, I usually keep reminding myself that the individual staff are really good people who are trying to change a massive system. They're overworked, understaffed, and do an exceptional job creating a program out of thin air. I simply have the special skill of being their test dummy for mistakes.
I made sure to not plan anything for Friday night, ate healthy food, studied diligently. I came back from Texas earlier than necessary to make sure I would have time to refresh my skull for this test. It is entirely possible that I have already passed this test, but the Fellows program had screwed up and they don't have my results. They basically told me that I have to take the test over, just in case. This would have been fine, except that when I show up at 7:30 Saturday morning to Pace College, the testing company doesn't have me on their list. Damn, damn, damn. I had worried about this earlier this week when I returned home and didn't have an admissions tickets. Being a good little Teaching Fellow, I contacted them. Three times. Third time, I get snarky comments from Caroline, the head of our program. She explained that I was obviously an idiot, they have all their eggs in one basket, and I just needed to stop worrying. I'm not an idiot, I wasted an entire weekend in NYC when I could have gone to the beach with my friend Jim, and I'm mildly pissed off.
I had great times with Scott, Andy, Nick, David, and Marc this weekend, just hanging out, going to the Chocolate Bar, the movies, etc. My term paper must be finished today, which is why I suddenly felt strongly about writing in my blog, I guess.