There was precisely one hour before my first lecture of the new academic year – and I had done no teaching prep WHATSOEVER. RR urged me to at least make a couple of PowerPoint slides, while I wondered how many games I could remember to keep the class entertained for at least a couple of hours.
A further problem was that it was so long since I had been on campus that I struggled to navigate my route to class. On my way there I received in error a text message that read ‘You’re a f***ing idiot’. I could not agree more – even though I was not the intended recipient.