Teaching Nightmare of Gigantic Proportions!
Wow. That was unreal. No. It was the opposite of unreal. It was TOO real. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a nightmare that was so realistic that, when I woke up from it, I breathed a sigh of relief that it was *only* a dream.
You’re genuinely going to LOL when you hear what it was that made me so freakin’ panicked by this dream: it dreamed that I slept through my 9am class, the one I teach three days a week. My students were so terribly mad at me, and one was a snitch and told me all the terrible things they had said about me.
The only nice thing about the dream was that there were beds where you could take a nap nestled in corners throughout the labyrinthine corridors of Daily-Grind Hall. That part I liked. And of course I discovered half-way through the dream that I was only partially clothed. Yes, the cliche naked-in-front-of-your-students-and-colleagues dream, the late-for-class dream, the talking-smack-about-you anxiety dream, all rolled into one heinous package. The only thing that was missing was one of my profs telling me that I’d need to take my Qualifying Exams again because I hadn’t really passed the first time.
Wow.
You can bet I’ll be setting my alarm and checking it twice to make sure I certainly wake up at dark-thirty, time enough to make absolutely sure I *do not sleep through class* tomorrow.
Ay.
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