I’m climbing the stairs to the third floor of the main building. I can’t tell if I’m sweating because of nerves or simply because there’s still no air conditioning. I can’t catch my breath. The floor slopes strangely as I race down the hall, my eyes scanning quickly along the numbers ticking across the wall.
I have no idea which locker is mine, much less what combination will tumble the lock into place so I can retrieve my books.
And there are so many books. I don’t know where they came from, but I find myself carrying enough textbooks to crush an average 9th grader. They’re not my books, not my locker, and no one is listening.
Suddenly I’m in a different hall, different building, but just as lost. Where the hell is Mr. Saunders’ calculus class? And why is it always calculus that I can’t find? I keep checking my schedule, printed on carbon paper from the guidance office. Every time I look at it, there are new classes, new room numbers typing across the page.
Wandering into the back of the nearest classroom, I discover that I’m in biology. Lab day. I haven’t studied. It’s not my best subject. The teacher looks angry. I try to blend into an empty desk, hope that she won’t call on me. I have no idea what is going on or how to get out.
And then, both a blessing and a curse, I’m awake. Pippi is at the side of my bed. “Come lie down in my bed, Mommy?”
I should probably be glad that I never have the dream where I show up naked at school.
Or maybe I should just put on my big girl pants and get over the fact that my 20th high school reunion is this weekend. Crap.
I have a dream like this. I don't know my schedule. It's the end of the semester, but I'm going to take all the exams anyway. My big scary class is Trig.ReplyDelete
My reunion was last weekend. I didn't go. Are you going to yours?
I have the same dream, don't know my locker combination, don't remember my schedule, miss a final exam, etc, etc. Honestly, can you believe it's been 20 years?!? Oh gawd. I wish I could go :o(ReplyDelete