The schools have been back in session this week, but evidentially all the teachers are well rested because there have been no calls.
No, the title of this post isn’t to imply a continuation of Black History month. No memorable speech to be archived in the history books.
But I’ve been having this recurring dream the last couple of nights.
I’m evidentially in a college classroom. I’m apparently a student. I don’t know how I got there or what I’m doing there. Worse, I have no idea what the class is about.
I see classmates passing homework to the end of the rows. I look at some of the papers going passed. They look like “charts” of some kind.
Of course, I don’t have any homework to turn in and the instructor is asking me if I care to complete mine before the end of class.
All I can do is stare at the instructor, who I don’t recognize, and wonder “What’s he talking about?”
I think I’ve seen this same expression on the faces of some of the students I’ve subbed!
I remember some dreams in I had in school where I realized I hadn’t shown up for a class all year just before the final. I’ve heard other people tell of dreams where they showed up for class naked.
Freaky how the subconscious works.
Well, at least I’m not naked in this one…