I dreamt last night that an English department colleague came to give a guest lecture in the chemistry course I'm teaching. But he was having trouble being heard, so the TAs rigged up a seat which they raised into the air along with a microphone; the seat was pretty minimal, along the lines of a little teeter-totter seat with a pole for my colleague to hold onto. I had taken a seat in the first row of student seats, and then wondered how he was going to write on the board from way up there, and if I should get up and offer to write on the board.
Happy first day of classes!
And, can I just share, that I'm glad I get to teach comp, poetry, and drama this semester, each of which I'm more familiar with than chemistry these days!