After the first break, one of the students comes up to me, and says, "Hey, this is the refresher part, right?" I look blank, and he hands me the outline of what I'm supposed to be covering. The material I thought I was going to spend two days covering is the first lesson called "Refresher". The remainder of the outline is shit I haven't even heard of.
I go to Wil, and sho' nuff, that's the right outline. Apparently, I never got a copy of it. I smile, nod, curse repeatedly, and proceed to stumble back into class, pulling large reports with interesting features out of my ass.
There have been days where I've found out I was teaching something different than I expected right before class. Never before have I been surprised during the goddamn fucking class.
I'm going to rip Jim, my immediate boss, a new one. I'm gonna dress him down like he got back when he was a Crewman second class on some Navy steamer. You'd think somebody that was a CPO working on a nuclear reactor would be on the ball.
In other news, The War of the Roses kicked ass. I'm greatly looking forward to Hunter's Moon, where we will actually camp. By that time, I will have the Second Crime of the Savant Bandits prepared, as well as a funny modernesque SCA tale, "Virgil The Unbalanced, Hero of the East", with some massive borrowing from Bill the Galactic Hero. Find a copy of that book, read it and love it. Harry Harrison is the man.