The Stuff of My Nightmares

[trinityvixen]

While 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.

Comments

[jendaby.livejournal.com]

I think the issue was that one of her students came out, and she was blamed for it. There were five of us whose files were pretty much lost, and we all had to get our GEDs because on paper we had had no senior year (though we all got our diplomas). I was the only one in the LesBiGay club at school (because I am from a very liberal town that just had a few sticks-in-the-mud with power, we did still have a very open-minded environment...but a few angry parents can change anything.)