Did the room number change again?

I knew something would happen to me today, and in fact, it started this après-midi on my way to class.

I had to print five newspaper articles and press releases before my two-hour journalism course so I went to la boîte à copies close to my school, Universite Catholique de Lille (or La Catho for short). Once I printed and paid the lady two euros for my copies and for using the Internet, I crossed la rue to begin my favorite class so far with Monsieur Visse. I had 10 minutes to spare, but it still was not enough.

I went to the original room number as the first week (because last week that room was occupied by another class so we all, as a group, looked for an available one), but there was no one there. I checked the schedule outside the room, and bien sûr, my course was nowhere on the list. I could not remember last week's salle number, so I went to the information d'accueil on the third floor.

Madame Aviez gave me the right number salle 144.

By this time, however, I was five minutes late but descended the stairs as fast as I could to the first floor. I vérifié the schedule outside the door, and it was the right one.

I thought I could possibly not be the only one confused by the change, but as it so happens, I was.

I turned the knob to go in, but it did not budge. Yes, I got locked out.

How ironic, I thought. Last two classes we started 30 minutes late, and this day when I happened to arrive five minutes en retard, the class started on time.

I found the nearest chair and started reading the articles and looking up words I did not understand. I decided to wait until the end of class to talk to le professeur.

My waiting episode. . .