... you go out to eat downtown after a Friday evening orientation event and see one student vomiting and another laying down drunk with her friends on the sidewalk.
...you attend so many orientation events that you keep your nametag on the whole day.
...you get an email from a new adjunct instructor asking what to do when students ask him questions about the syllabus, and he doesn't know what to say, because he didn't really read it that closely before passing it out.
...you get an email from the bookstore telling you that your required textbook is unavailable for months. Then, when you tell this to your students, they tell you that the book is actually AT the bookstore, and they have already bought it.
...you get no fewer than 15 emails from students asking to get in a different section of a course.
...you realize that you are the most uneducated and culturally limited instructor ever, because you still cannot figure out how to pronounce some of the international students' names. And you are embarrassed to ask *again*.
...you realize you are already behind in writing, reading, and grading, and classes just started.
....you start looking at job ads. Again.