Sunday, January 29, 2012
When I was young I used to dream. I still do but not as often. Last night I was back in graduate school. I was taking needed math courses (math courses for an English major?), the last few to graduate. One was an advanced accounting course; another was just a basic entry level track. I was struggling, so they gave me a tutor, a scrawny eight year old, who claimed to know it all. Oh and another thing, during the night 'silent' construction workers went and removed the entire wall of the dorm I lived in. In the morning, the snow was falling and wind blowing, but I had to work my way to the 'know-it-alls' room, via a 3 inch ledge 10 floors above certain death and of course no sheepskin for me. My family had already traveled a great distance for the pomp and circumstance of graduation day. Oh, please don't ask me how I was to complete all the work and tests needed to walk. By the way, if you are someone who can interpret dreams, please don't try your hand at this one. I'm in a great mood on this sunny, albeit frosty Sunday morning... don't depress me!