The Semestre Abridged

During the strike my school-related anxiety metre reached boiling as the "contingency plans" roll out, and the administration's terrifying scare-tactic emails washed over me. It's only been a couple of days, but I think I've returned to my normal level of disquiet.

Since the strike ended over the weekend I've seen or exchanged emails with all of my profs, and the tendency seems to be toward flexibility, which is extremely helpful. I've gone from four exams to one, and most of my research paper deadlines (I still have four of them plus a poetry portfolio) have been pushed to the end of the month. Professors have been open to negotiating with their classes, adjusting dates to fit our work schedules, and collecting opinions on grade percent distribution.

Things are going well. Still, I hope next year's students don't have to go through the same thing, when the faculty's contract is up next Spring!

P.S. If anyone has been wondering why I so consistently spell the word "semester" incorrectly, it is a style choice. Call it a Canadianism, if you will. It looks better to me when it is congruent with "metre" and "theatre" etc.