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The Stuff of My Nightmares
Jan. 31st, 2008 11:42 amWhile I might fret death by zombie apocalypse by day, I apparently am greatly afeared of school by night.
In my dream last night, I was sitting near the steps at Columbia and freaking out because I'd missed some major cultures class, forgetting entirely that I had any classes on Mondays and Wednesdays. I was also stressed because I couldn't remember if I'd attended my day-time Tuesdays and Thursdays advanced, advanced math class. No amount of going, "Hey, wait, didn't I already graduate? And don't I have work during the day? And why the hell would Hugh Laurie be teaching my math class?" seemed to dissuade me from panic.
I still suffer some residual feelings of being certain that I am missing something and am going to be penalized for it through onto today. Perhaps that's becauses I've not done my homework. Off I go then.
In my dream last night, I was sitting near the steps at Columbia and freaking out because I'd missed some major cultures class, forgetting entirely that I had any classes on Mondays and Wednesdays. I was also stressed because I couldn't remember if I'd attended my day-time Tuesdays and Thursdays advanced, advanced math class. No amount of going, "Hey, wait, didn't I already graduate? And don't I have work during the day? And why the hell would Hugh Laurie be teaching my math class?" seemed to dissuade me from panic.
I still suffer some residual feelings of being certain that I am missing something and am going to be penalized for it through onto today. Perhaps that's becauses I've not done my homework. Off I go then.
