Miracle!

I did pray, and the prayers were answered. Not the way I thought they would be, but answered: Nature in Lit is going to run. It has all of seven students (though there may be a few last second arrivals), but it's running anyway. Bruce was talking with the dean of our area and said that he felt it was grossly unfair that honors courses run with very low enrollment when A) remedial students also need the individual attention of small numbers in the class and B) that my course was in danger of being canceled with 8 students. The dean knows me, likes me personally, thinks I'm a good teacher--so she was willing to let it run with 8. Seven seemed like asking too much, and we went back and forth about it today (I even called Bright Young Man to see if he could get back into the class--no go, as he has an Honors course conflict), but just 20 minutes ago, Bruce talked to the dean again and she decided to let it run.

I sing thanks and praise, hosannas and praise. Now I have to quickly pull out a syllabus and some assignments (based on what I did millennia ago) and probably get to Kinkos for copying, as I won't be able to get that done today before I have to run off to a doctor's appointment. And now I face a semester of ungodly early mornings, which I'll probably bitch about. But it's so worth it, completely worth it, utterly worth it to teach my dream class. Gratitude is streaming out of me in waves.

But I have to nail down a few things now that my schedule is finally final and then blast off to see the doctor. Happy, happy, happy me.