This happens every summer, but somehow this time around it feels more ominous.
Last week I had a terrible dream in which I returned to school with everything different. I didn't even get into my classroom, I was immediately thrown into two coverages in a row. One of which was subbing for the cheer/dance advisor, whose practices began every day at 4am.
Last night I had a carbon copy workmare. There was a giant class that was spread in different places (a classroom and two trailers) and they were not really behaving, so I gave a quiz. On baseball. These things happened again later, slightly different situations but the same events. Baseball? Really, brain?
Sigh.
1 comment:
I hate those dreams. They make me feel powerless. At least they're funny!
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